The crowds cheered and cheered as they waited for you and Prince Osora to fight in their annual battle every month, to see who won the princess who was sitting atop on her throne, watching the two of you go down.

“3, 2, 1!” The announcer yelled and Osora grit his teeth with a smirk and launched at you, tossing you to the ground as the crowd cheered and cheered, your father watching with an uneasy smile on his face.