Chapter 27.4
In the silence, what the audience heard was a sound as if a tuning fork was ringing. The sound could be heard intermittently, “Diiiiin, diiiiin”. Where was it coming from? They noticed: from above. When the spectators looked up, they saw something falling from the sky. Something silvery and shiny was falling, reflecting the light that had made its way into the Do Banga’s Pit.
It fell to the arena spinning around, hitting the ground with a thud and bounced in a wide arc. It leapt toward the center of the arena, near Bash and Donzoi… and with a clang, it fell to the ground.
It was a sword. Or was it better to say the blade of a sword? The blade from the center to the tip of the sword protruded from the ground.
But whose blade? It was obvious at first glance.
Bash’s sword was broken from the middle. In contrast, there was no sword in Donzoi’s hand. But if you looked for it, you would soon see it stuck in the edge of the sand. It was good and unbroken. Donzoi’s shield was still in one piece, though it looked like it was going to break in half at any moment. It was still in good shape.
Only Bash’s sword had broken.
“Th-The winner is… Donzoooi!”
The judge’s voice was heard and the winner of the Armament Festival was decided.
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