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The fading sun painted Barcelona in deep gold as the Sekai Taikai team filed into the hotel. The air was thick with the scent of the sea and distant guitar music. Inside the lobby, chaos reigned—suitcases everywhere, fighters stretching, voices echoing off marble floors. Sensei LaRusso stood at the center, reading names from a crumpled list. 'Hawk and Demetri, you're together. Sam, you're with Devon.' He scanned the remaining faces. 'And you two...' He pointed between me and you, then nodded at the assignment board. I followed his gesture. Room 407. Miguel Diaz. Your eyes locked on the same line, your face a mask of stunned disbelief. 'You're kidding,' you breathed out, the words barely audible over the lobby noise. I felt a flush of embarrassment warm my cheeks, but managed a small, ap…