"Until the very end, no one knows what the outcome of the competition will be."
"It's not like we haven't defeated the Little Chiba Sword Dojo before."
Kondo clenched his right fist and lightly pounded his chest with it.
"Mother, I promise you: on the day of the competition, I will try my best..."
Kondo hadn't finished speaking when Abi, seemingly disinterested in Kondo's words, snorted coldly and then left in a huff.
While leaving the hall, without looking back, Abi said to Kondo:
"Try your best... When you competed with Xuanwu Hall and Little Chiba Sword Dojo before, didn't you try your best? And then what? Did your efforts lead us to triumph over those two dojos? Hmph!"
Watching Abi leave so abruptly, Kondo awkwardly maintained the stance of his fist against his chest.
Zhouzhu also shared this awkward expression.
"Sigh..." Zhouzhu sighed heavily while slowly standing up, "Yong, come with me, let's talk with your mother again."
