As the days passed, Ivaim's victories in the town arena became the talk of the town.
Each match he fought seemed to draw larger, rowdier crowds, eager to witness his odd fighting style and miraculous comebacks.
His name rippled through conversations at the market, the taverns, and even in the quieter corners of the village square.
They called him "The Underdog," a title born not just from his knack for defeating stronger opponents, but from the sheer audacity he showed in every fight. No matter the size, skill, or reputation of his challengers, Ivaim found a way to turn the tables.
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The market was alive with activity, the air filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the tang of spices.
Merchants shouted over one another, boasting of their wares, while townsfolk haggled for the best deals. Among the chatter, Ivaim's name was impossible to miss.