"Buzz… The round of 128 matches will be starting shortly in the Amateur League. Hurry over to your tables!"
A voice echoed throughout the Tournament Hall—it felt like the voice was amplified with some strange magic.
The voice was also crackling like it was lightning.
'It's time.'
Fang Raon headed over to check what table he was at and saw that he was at Table 12 and, without further ado, made his way down there.
This time around, he wasn't the first one to arrive, as his opponent was already there, sitting with his hands lying flat on the table.
"Hello, my name's Fang Raon."
Fang Raon introduced himself and sat across from his opponent—he was a black-eyed individual with olive skin.
'It does look like he is from the Warm Regions. People of Warm Regions usually have olive skins like him, and they're widely considered fun and easygoing people with happy-go-lucky personalities.'
Fang Raon thought.
"…Gerald."
Gerald said coldly.
'Ah?'
Fang Raon raised an eyebrow.
