Raphael smiled faintly. "Exactly. That's why your team needs to win every match." His gaze lingered on Rael and Eon one more time, as if appraising them again. "Good luck."
With that, he turned and walked off, his cloak catching the dying sunlight like a curtain of stars.
The others followed behind him like followers.
The moment they disappeared, Arjuna gave a long exhale. "Seriously, your eldest brother is really different from mine. He seems calm and mature. He is insulting to our straight face, but I don't want to fight back, for some reason. Is his birth ability or something?"
Rael shrugged. "Well, I don't know much about him or his abilities."
"Well," Bheema said, cracking his knuckles, "Regardless, if we're going to win the tournament, we just need to knock down every opponent that comes at us. Who it is should be none of our concern."
