Gon didn't take the bait, but he didn't back down either.
He stepped closer, his voice unwavering.
"I hope they pair me with you today," he said, his tone sharp with confidence. "So I can wipe the ground with you."
Dina's smirk widened. She leaned in just slightly, lowering her hands and tilting her head.
The air between them crackled with tension, the chatter of the other competitors fading into the background.
Some had turned to watch the exchange, eyes flickering between the two fighters with interest.
Gon exhaled, his grip tightening on his sword.
He hoped they would face each other in the tournament.
He wanted it.
Because if there was one thing he was sure of—it was that he would not lose to Dina.
Dina's smirk shifted, her expression turning sultry as her gaze softened, her eyes hazy with playful mischief.
She leaned just slightly into his space, her voice dropping to a teasing purr.