Gon’s second fight

The next match finally involved Gon.

His posture was slightly hunched, his sword held firmly in one hand, but there was an underlying nervousness in his movements. 

Across from him stood Ajel, a mage with an aura of effortless confidence. 

He wore simple, loose clothes, revealing his bare hands, each wrapped in heavy brass knuckles. 

His eyes, though seemingly casual, held an intensity that suggested his speed could rival a lightning strike. 

The crowd had already started whispering about Ajel's abilities—his insane speed, his raw power, and his unmatched agility. 

Gon had heard the rumors, and they had only fueled his nerves.

As the bell rang, Gon's heart raced. 

His first instinct was to keep his distance, analyzing Ajel's movements and waiting for an opening. 

He gripped his sword tighter, trying to steady his breath. 

The key was patience, he reminded himself.