The dust of the arena had barely settled, yet the atmosphere within the family hut was suffocating, thick with a mixture of relief and a newfound, chilling dread. Fuyu sat cross-legged on the floor, his breathing rhythmic and calm, a stark contrast to Manu, who was pacing back and forth, his face pale and his hands trembling as if he were still watching Kail's body crumple into the dirt.
"My god, you are really the most evil person I have seen in my life, brother," Manu finally choked out, his voice cracking with a mix of awe and horror. He stopped pacing and looked at Fuyu as if seeing a stranger. "Even I was feeling bad for Kail. He was broken, he was bleeding, and he had won! You really shouldn't have done something like that. I... I would have just accepted my defeat. I could have lived with the shame, but this? This feels like a curse."
