"Three Thousand Gold Coins! I'm betting on Ronin to win!"
"I'm putting my money on Karda! He's faster!"
"How can a commoner beat one of our nobles? I'm betting on Ronin. He can't lose!"
"Hahaha, a noble's strength isn't necessarily proven in every single duel. I have faith in Karda's power!"
His Majesty the King hadn't organized any official betting, but that didn't stop the nobles in the stands from making private wagers.
This was the final championship match, and it was hard to tell which of the two opponents was stronger.
It was the perfect time for betting. Winning the wager all came down to who had the better eye for talent.
...
Ronin listened to the voices, secretly lamenting that these were all small betting circles. 'It's a shame I can't join in,' he thought, 'or else I could win a fair few Gold Coins.'
While the crowd was placing their bets, his opponent stepped into the arena.
