554 Vibration
Not sure how to express this.
Once the, announcer?, announced that the gladiators are entering the ring, the rustling audience went silent all at once.
And then the moment an armed man showed up on a long path connecting the ring, the spectators erupted into a huge cheer.
A concentration of voices that broke the silence. Their excitement transformed into a roar that shook your heart directly.
(Feels like this is real bad for those with a weak heart.)
The man receiving all this feverish zeal is the zenith, the champion of this coliseum city.
He looks like your average bodybuilder. Yep, a bodybuilder.
Wearing a leather protector on his chest, a small round shield on his left arm, a drawn ordinary sword in his right hand, and a pretty aqua-colored bracelet on his left wrist.
He's got a speedo below and then, nothing else. His shiny muscles are bulging all over.
The people in this world have blond hair and blue eyes. This one is a muscular macho.
His short hair is shaped sharp like a pinholder used in Ikebana, his face is somewhat strongly refreshing looking.
"That wasn't what I expected... Guy looks young too. Wonder how old he is. Was sure he was gonna be some battle-hardened old veteran man."
He must be Balgaranda, no doubt about it. The audience's passionate cheer is the only evidence I need.
Once he arrived at the center of the ring, the vibration shaking the arena stopped at once.
"Long time no see, everybody. I haven't had a challenger for quite a while now, and so did my chance to stand in this ring."
Apparently he's doing some sort of mic performance? His voice could be heard in the entire arena, must be a magic tool.
"But someone finally rose up to the occasion, and so here I am standing before you today. This challenger told me. That he has finally finished the preparations to defeat me. Yes, I'm sure all of you is familiar with my challenger."
Looks they've adopted a system where the champion can't fight if nobody challenges him.
I'm the only one not familiar with this challenger everybody seems to know. The guide sitting next to me was yelling in excitement, 'Uwooo', forgetting to work his coins.
It's not only him, everybody in the audience seat is standing up while yelling with pumped fists.
Amid this vortex of cheers, a lone man walked up toward the center of the ring.
The excitement swirling the arena got even more feverish with his appearance.
(It's so noisy I can't hear anything. Incredible. Almost unbelievably so.)
I'm the only one not fitting in this mood. I give up trying to blend in and calmly observe the challenger instead.
(A slender macho? He's way too thin compared to the champion though. But he's got clothes on him. Guess there's no dress code?)
The champion showed up only wearing a speedo so I thought that was the formal attire or something but apparently not.
The challenger is equipped with a chainmail, a short spear and some sort of winged decorations adorning his feet. He's got a small pouch corded around his waist, and that's it.
His long hair is slicked back on top of his refreshing young noble type handsome face.
"I shall stand as the champion of this coliseum once this battle is over."
This challenger's voice also resounded loudly in the arena.
The venue vibrated once again. Which only serves to annoy me.
They say 'When in Rome do, as the Romans do', yet I sit here quietly waiting for the match to begin in contrast to everybody else.
I'm probably the only spectators sitting right now.
All other people in this ring-shaped arena is standing up and yelling out loud as far as I can see.
Among them is a group of women cheering for the challenger.
(Ah, the challenger got a sweet mask for sure. Guess that type exists.)
The two men slowly advanced toward the center of the ring and faced off against each other, glaring.
"It's the moment of truth! Challenger Malvas versus Champion Balgaranda... Begin!"
The sound of a gong vibrated throughout the entire arena.the sound of a gong vibrated throughout the entire arena signaling the match's initiation.
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