Moon's Debut

As the late evening sun cast its golden glow across the arena, the air was thick with the tension and anticipation of the tournament. The once pristine sand pit was now a chaotic expanse of churned earth and scattered debris, a testament to the fierce battles that had taken place. The stands were a cacophony of sounds, cheers, shouts, and the occasional gasp, as spectators eagerly awaited the next confrontation.

Moon stepped into the arena, his presence a stark contrast to the rough, battered ground beneath him. The fiery hues of the sunset painted the sky in dramatic oranges and purples, casting long shadows that danced across the arena floor. His heart raced with excitement and determination. He scanned the arena, his gaze settling on his opponent,a lean, nervous young man with wide eyes that betrayed his unease. His opponent's hands trembled slightly as he gripped his weapon, a stark contrast to Moon’s calm and collected demeanor.

Moon’s confidence was unwavering. "This is going to be a piece of cake," he thought. "This fellow is so weak, I can’t even imagine him putting up a fight. Better get this over with quickly."

As the match was about to start, Moon’s brothers, seated in the grandstands, caught sight of him. Their expressions shifted from shock to mocking amusement. "Wait, guys, isn’t that Moon in the arena?" one brother exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. Another added, "What is that fool doing here? Does he have a death wish?" A third chimed in, "Is he serious? So he wasn’t working the competition. I can’t believe he actually wants to fight."

The eldest brother, his tone dripping with scorn, remarked, "No, you guys are wrong to want him to leave. What do you expect him to do? He can’t just commit suicide. At least he should die with some dignity, am I right? Then again, this is no different from suicide, and he doesn’t really have enough dignity to protect." His laughter was a harsh, biting sound that cut through the ambient noise, joined by the snickers of the others.

Moon was too far from his brothers to hear their derisive comments. The roar of the crowd and the clamor of the ongoing battles filled the air. He focused intently on his opponent, pushing aside any distractions. His stance was poised and deliberate, every muscle in his body tensed and ready. The sunset’s light glinted off his determined eyes, giving them an almost predatory gleam.

The announcer’s voice rose above the tumult, clear and commanding. "And now, the next match begins!" The sharp clang of the bell signaled the start of the bout, its echo reverberating through the arena. Moon’s gaze locked onto his opponent, who was already bracing for the inevitable clash. With a fluid motion, Moon assumed his combat stance, every movement precise and purposeful.

The arena seemed to hold its breath as Moon prepared to unleash his power. The crowd’s anticipation was palpable, a living, breathing force that thrummed with the energy of the fight to come. Moon’s eyes flicked to his opponent, who stood tense and uncertain, and then to the cheering crowd, their excitement an electric current that surged through the arena. Moon’s focus narrowed, ready to demonstrate his prowess and make quick work of the challenge before him.

As Moon and his opponent faced each other in the arena, the tension was palpable. The air crackled with the anticipation of the impending clash. Moon’s opponent, a wiry figure with a determined expression, smirked confidently before charging forward with all his might. His eyes burned with the intensity of his resolve as he prepared to unleash the powerful move that had brought him this far in the tournament.

Midway through his charge, however, something astonishing occurred. The opponent suddenly froze, his momentum coming to a grinding halt as if he were rooted to the ground. His eyes widened in shock, and a choking gasp escaped his lips. His blade, once held firmly in his hand, slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a clatter. His arms gave way, and his body crumpled to the sand with a heavy thud.

From the other side of the arena, Moon stood with a calm, composed demeanor. His back was turned to his opponent’s fallen form, his posture relaxed and unhurried. The way he stood, seemingly having passed through his opponent without detection, added to the surreal quality of the moment. He held no weapon, and his stance was eerily casual, as if the confrontation had been a mere formality.

A stunned silence enveloped the crowd. The spectacle had caught everyone off guard. The arena, which moments before had been filled with the roar of anticipation, was now eerily quiet. The audience was bewildered by the sudden and decisive end of the match. They stared in disbelief at the display of raw strength and precision. The battle had been over in less than five minutes, leaving the spectators in awe.

As the silence lingered, the crowd’s shock quickly transformed into exuberant cheers. The arena erupted with excitement, the spectators’ voices blending into a roaring chorus of praise. They had never witnessed such a graceful and commanding display of power. Moon’s victory was hailed as unparalleled, a masterclass in control and skill that left the audience in awe.

In the stands, Moon’s brothers were left in a state of disbelief. "He must have cheated," one of them said, his voice filled with incredulity. "Maybe the other person was exhausted after winning almost six matches," suggested another, grasping for an explanation. "Yeah, there’s no way that loser could hurt anyone," chimed in a third, trying to rationalize the outcome.

"But did you guys see him move? He was suddenly on the other side," one brother insisted. "I think he cheated," another agreed, their voices tinged with suspicion and frustration.

Despite their attempts to dismiss Moon’s victory, they were left in awe of the display they had just witnessed. They were certain that Moon could not have genuinely won, but the day’s matches had ended, leaving them with no opportunity to dispute the result. They would have to wait until the next day to see if Moon would falter or continue his unexpected triumph. For now, they were left to rest and recover, their minds racing with speculation about what the following day would bring.

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