It was as though time slowed to a crawl in Graysword Fields, a famous rookie leveling zone.
The Bladeborns, for a few moments, stopped hunting Swordspawns, staring at the skies instead.
They watched as the Yggdrasil Race timer ticked down.
"Hey, you think we'll win this time?" a brown-haired young man asked his comrades.
"You fool…" chuckled a blonde young woman. "Don't you see those names below the timer? How the hell can we even lose?"
To her surprise, few voiced their agreement.
"Yeah, but think about it…We don't know who the enemies will send. What if…what if those Four Starblades turned out to be middling among the twenty participants? Not to mention that Onimaru Kunitsuna turned out to be an S-ranker… A World Breach sounds quite ominous, no?"
"Oh shut up! You're making me worried, too! Just trust them. What else can we do?!"
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Meanwhile, inside an inn room in a city far, far away from where the conversation happened, a blonde young man stared at the huge timer.
