Ace stood at the side, utterly flabbergasted.
Why do these titles have such grand descriptions when the contestants can just pick whatever they want?
He couldn't wrap his head around it. The whole tournament felt less like an esteemed competition and more like an elaborate farce.
All the hype, the tension, the fierce battles—it all led to this bizarre free-for-all title selection.
Was there even a proper system in place, or was this just tradition at its most ridiculous?
"I thought there would be normal battles first, and then they would give the titles to whichever was worthy of it..." Ace mused, still trying to make sense of the process.
A scoffing laugh echoed in his mind.
"You fool." The inner voice sneered. "Those titles aren't just fancy words—they are true blessings, bestowed by the Dragons and Phoenixes who reign supreme over the skies."
Ace stiffened, the weight of the revelation crashing down on him.
Blessings? As Ace brooded over the possibility of it all.
