Zenshin was left without time to soak in his win as the next round of matches were set to begin, Zenshin himself being apart of it. A mix of feelings had begun to stir within him as he heard his name as well as who his opponent would be, Donothan. An image of how that boy wielded and examined the practice weapon seemed like second nature to him flashed in his head. Zen could feel a dryness spreading within his mouth as he gulped down some air.
He had barely made it out of that last fight with a win. His incantation was extremely rushed resulting in a rather poor display. It was an okay start but he felt as though it wasn’t enough to get into the knights. Even with his subpar win there had seemed to be a group of people whom were swayed by the Valeforians performance. Even some nobles seemed to be on notice of Zenshin not because of any particular talent but because of the rare Snow incantations he could use.
Zenshin took his place on the stage once more but it was different. There was an eagerness in the air as people waited in anticipation waiting to see if the boy would cast other snow incantations in his next bout. There was excitement not just for him but also for his opponent, Donathan. This particular young swordsman was stood out based on their demeanor. Group that with their weapon of choice which almost seemed to match its user in size and how he wielded it like nothing. There was a myriad of thoughts popping into peoples head. They were unable to the extent of his skill in the match previous this one and the people were rather eager to learn.
Zenshin watched as Donathan made their way on to the stage, exchanging looks once settled in. Zenshin was a bit caught off guard by his opponents look as he wasn’t expecting it. It was thought this person looked at him with relief. A relief that was different from the looks of relief others had today when they looked at him. It was as though Donothan was relieved that Zenshin made it past the first fight and was able to prove some doubters wrong.
Zenshin couldn’t help but let out a nervous smile, as he raised his weapon for battle. His stance still incredibly shaky yet possessing comparatively more confidence than before. He couldn’t help but let a bit of the excitement in the arena seep into himself.
”Nice to meet you” he greeted him followed up with a nod of acknowledgment.