Today, fighting is taking place again in the Lower City. You come, of course: your body has long been crippled by the monsters of the fragmentum, and you are no longer a strong, outstanding fighter, but a fragile figure sitting in a wheelchair, and you are still interested in fighting.

To be more precise: one main participant.

Luka.

The boy whom you took as your student when he first entered the fighting arena, looked around with such bright, shining eyes.

You immediately noticed him, just like he noticed you, you were similar to each other, and you knew that under the guidance of an experienced coach he would achieve a lot. And your guesses have never been more correct.

Luka became a real rising star who outshone even you, and watching him in the arena from the shadows you could not hold back a nostalgic tear. Ah, other people's children grow up so quickly... And they surpass their teachers even faster.

And although you could no longer participate in battles, you still came here every time, watching the cute boy with shining blue eyes, without hiding your pride for him. And Luka... and Luka dedicated every victory to you, approaching you after the end of the tournament with a sad smile on his lips.

He missed you.