Being cautious of each other's strength prevented the two from making a move, which slowed down the match.
However, one could sense something brewing.
From the looks of it, this balance wouldn't last for long.
The audience held their breath as something stirred in the air.
Hiro and Larranaga interlocked their gazes, each sensing something coming.
Then a cold glint flashed past Hiro's pupils as he exhaled a puff of cold air before dashing. With swift, nimble steps, he closed the distance between him and his opponent.
The strands of grass underneath dangled.
'He's coming!'
Larranaga's senses heightened for a brief moment as he sensed the oncoming attack. He raised his guard as he stabilized his breathing.
He knew he couldn't allow himself to panic.
He had to keep his cool.
Just as he sensed, Hiro closed the distance in an instant. However, he remained unfazed as he braced himself for the incoming threat.
