Chapter 28.1
While the finals were going on, Primera was in the waiting room praying to God. Maybe what she was praying for was for Bash’s luck, but she had no specific wishes about what she wanted to happen, but she was just praying.
For a while, the anteroom was silent. There was no buzzing of the arena. Unknown to Primera, even the arena itself was not very noisy.
A few moments later, a hiss of cheers told her that the fight had begun. There were a few more cheers. It didn’t last long. But with each cheer, Primera’s shoulders shook.
Soon, she heard a loud cheer that shook even the waiting room. She knew immediately that the fight was over. Primera folded her hands and prayed. She still didn’t know what she was praying for.
Had her prayer been heard or not? The door to the waiting room opened with a bang.
In the doorway stood Bash. The orc stepped into the anteroom.
“Huh…” He let out a small voice. At the same time, with a clang, his shoulder pads fell off. The fastenings had popped off. Whether it was because his greaves had broken, or perhaps because they had fallen off somewhere, one of his legs was bare. But that was not the end of it. The sword in Bash’s right hand was also broken in half and had lost its blade.
“Ah…”
Primera looked at Bash with a sense of relief, but also of apology. He had lost. Because of her inexperience as a blacksmith.