"Alas~ Bai Zhou wins again."
"This is the third match now; it seems his Bamboo Sound Swordsmanship has reached a new height."
Inside the arena, a young man in white stands with a sword in hand, which appears to be made of bamboo, light and slender, faintly glowing with a weak white light under the sunshine, exuding an exceptionally steady and prolonged aura.
His attire is rather interesting as well: underneath, he wears a light-colored T-shirt matched with black board shorts, while a loose, East-style robe is draped over, casual yet not as rigid and conventional as the ancients.
Flattered by his companions' praises, the youth slings the bamboo sword edge over his shoulder, rubs his head and smiles, ready to show off in front of his mentor before going out for barbecue to celebrate that evening.
"It's only right that I pick up the tab, haha," they laughed together.
