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The stadium lights hummed with a clinical intensity, casting sharp, elongated shadows across the floor. Basara stood frozen in a state of absolute concentration, his gaze locked onto the center of the arena as if he could see the trajectory of the wind itself. When you leaned in, their voice a soft, pleading request for him to finally take a break, Basara didn't even blink. He pushed through the mounting fatigue, his expression hardening into one of singular focus. With a sharp, disciplined exhale, he snapped his arm forward, launching Bahamut into the stadium. The metal shrieked as it tore into the arena, spinning in a violent blur. "I can't stop now, you," he muttered, his voice strained but determined. "The match against Bel is tomorrow. I have to be perfect."