Ready? And fight!

Unlike the opening ceremony, Cielo was sporting the traditional garbs of the Regalia Clan—a samurai hakama of pure black. Though he was not sporting any samurai right now, the dagger under his hakama was enough, and of course, Rito. The moment he stepped down from the car, what the people, who were waiting to see the warriors for the Trials of Eights, saw first was the pair of geta sandals—a complete contrast to the sparkling black shoes he had worn yesterday.

With every step he made to the entrance of the arena, the sound of the wooden sandals resonated amid the clicking of cameras and rainfall of questions.

Cielo was midway to the entrance when a Lamborghini arrived right after the Volvo drove away. Turning back to see Velicia in a pastel dress, he did not have some second thoughts and went straight to her.

Smiling down at her as a way of greeting, he asked for permission. “May I?”

Like always, Velicia nodded.

-“You entered the entrance twice together? Are the two clans merging?”

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