Time passed by, and it was already a week. During these days, Dared came out to chill for a while, look at space, and walk around.
He could see people already making friends, smiling, with some events and sparring matches going on—complete with bets. It all seemed normal; after all, everyone was bored.
Today was the last day, and one massive fight—or spar—was taking place.
"Who do you think will win? Raizen or that boy from the lower universe... what's his name again?"
"Oh, you mean the country bumpkin kid? Lol, there's little Trul can do against Raizen."
"Really? Are you betting on Raizen to win?"
"Yeah, most likely..." The reply came as Dared narrowed his eyes. Discussions like this rang out all around, talking about the new kid Trul and Raizen's battle.
Dared was bored anyway, so he went there.
A distance of one hundred meters in length was cleared as everyone surrounded them—on the ground and in the air.
