The last quarter-final occurred. It had ended with a contestant being knocked off the stage twice by wind blasts.
The referee checked the clock and called out the break.
"It's breaktime. The competition will resume after. Feel free to use the bar and taste our delicacies available to all."
All of the noble women were seated around tea tables. The noblemen had all gathered around the bar counter like mindless zombies.
Since the adults were all socializing, the children were in effect, expected to follow suit.
An awkward and immature atmosphere had settled on the kid's table. Considering that most of the table had just beaten each other ruthlessly, the mood was far from ideal.
Yevian sat at the end of the table, ruthlessly snatching turkey legs from the biggest, fanciest plates.
"Mmf."
Yevian was vilely stuffing his mouth with food greedily.
