Thud.
Being sent flying into the air by the final opponent of the fourth trial, Ataraxia soon landed on the ground with a solid thud, only for his body to roll for a couple more meters before eventually stopping.
"…"
Whoosh!
Remaining silent throughout all of that, the young man eventually sat upright, removing the dust off his body with a few swipes of energy he summoned around him.
Then, after making sure that all dust and debris on him was removed, he shifted his attention towards the figure that defeated him.
"I… lost," muttered the young man, his expression calm as he sensed the combat intent still radiating out of the figure.
"I… lost, huh?"
As he repeated the words he just said, his expression subtly changed, now containing a wry and bitter smile hanging on the edge of his lips.
