The man didn't ask much, just smiled at the shopkeeper, took the wooden box, and walked out of the store. He felt a bit embarrassed, touching his big belly, dragging his right leg to keep moving forward.
Left foot out, right foot follows! Holding his chubby belly, he followed a group of people toward the center of the underground city. As long as he looked up, he could see the clock tower in the center. There were five minutes until the duel, and he could already feel the unusual murderous aura around him.
The central location was actually a landing spot in a confluence of underground rivers, which, after some modifications, became an isolated 'island.' The bluestone slabs paved on cement-painted platforms made the small island feel somewhat like a loner, but you couldn't pinpoint anything wrong with it. It's neither integrated into the surroundings nor does it feel obtrusive; it is precisely because of its smallness that it creates a natural venue.
