Even in the splendid national stadiums of the Capital, the lively cheers and the overwhelming lighting effects that could be termed as light pollution shone through the darkness. The big screen flickered with exaggerated artistic characters.
Golden columns representing betting odds continuously rose and fell. As two beams of light intertwined, two photographs of mecha with their odds fixed at the center of the big screen, and the commentator's near-shrieking roar, amplified by the speakers, subdued all the noise—
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Iron Armor Steel Fist upper-tier match. Today we welcome a new contender. Although he has only competed for a month, he has charged through the ranks with a record of zero defeats. And today, he faces his very first upper-tier challenge. Let's welcome, from the Joyful Tavern, the Slaughter Beast: Tiger—Whale—!"
