For the first time, it felt like someone inside the arena wasn't waiting for snacks, but for those five minutes to end already. Rarely did anyone leave their seats — unless it was an emergency. Every pair of eyes was locked on one thing: A5's maintenance zone.
His entire leg was being replaced with a new upgraded set, and a nasty crack on his chest was being patched up with surgical precision. The damage wasn't light — and fixing it perfectly? Nearly impossible. But the crew? Fast. Sharp. Scarily coordinated. Like they'd been trained for war, not repairs.
Vita leaned in, eyes wide, whispering, "Damn... look at their hands move. They're so fast."
Meldenma, with that devilish smirk, replied lowly, "Imagine if those hands were on you instead... working from the inside."
Vita's jaw dropped, face heating up. "Shut up!" she hissed, glancing around. "People can hear you!"
Meldenma burst out laughing at Vita's reaction — but suddenly, a loud, furious voice echoed across the arena.
A5 roared, "Enough! Move aside — I can do the rest inside!"
(These people… all they want is to see me break. To entertain them. Their cheers, their laughs — it's all fake. But outside this damn arena, there isn't a soul who can stand against me. I won't fall. No matter what.)
Vita clutched her ears, wincing. "Is he always this loud? He's about to rupture my eardrums."
Meldenma chuckled darkly, "And your poor eardrums aren't the only thing he could rip apart..."