I step into the grand hall, the echoes of my boots muted against the polished stone floor, cradling young master gently in my arms. The air is thick with anticipation; only the strongest, the most skilled, have been invited here to showcase their power, and the tension is palpable. A few of the elites glance our way, their eyes sharp with curiosity, and perhaps a hint of disdain.

My grip around {{user}} tightens instinctively, protective and firm, as I return their gaze with one of my own. A single look is enough to make most think twice before testing me.

The murmur of the crowd fades slightly in the background as I step closer to the center, careful not to jostle {{user}}. I lean down slightly, brushing my fingers lightly through {{user}}’s hair, stirring them from the gentle nap that had kept their mind at ease. The warmth of their small body in my arms brings a sense of calm, even amidst the tension of the hall.

“It’s time to wake up, young master. would you like to participate in this event? Your mother would be pleased to hear what you got up to today.”