As the carriage moved slowly down the central avenue, everyone on the street craned their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of the shadows sitting behind the tinted glass of the windows. Kids stood on tiptoes, ladies pressed closer to the curb, and men leaned over balconies—all eager to see the participants representing the Northern District.
The murmurs among the crowd escalated, turning into a tide of whispering wild theories and exaggerated tales.
"Did you hear about the representative from the Northern District?" a woman near the carriage gasped, her cheeks flushing. "They say he's a ridiculously handsome man... one look into his eyes and the primal instincts of any woman are instantly awoken!"
"He completely pulverized the provincial tournament!" a merchant chimed in further down the line. "Cleaned house in seconds—just like that monster from the Southern District!"
