"..."
"..."
An awkward silence enveloped Edmar and Kaiser. They just stood there, staring at each other, neither speaking at first.
The tension wasn't sharp or dangerous, it's just strangely heavy, uncertain.
But eventually, after a while—
"Yo, how have you been?"
Kaiser broke the silence, his voice casual but not mocking. Just straightforward question.
Edmar frowned slightly at the question. His brows twitched in annoyance, but even so, he opened his mouth.
"I recovered only one day after our fight. I didn't receive serious injuries and no excessive blood loss... I was just unlucky, that's why I lost against you..."
He answered with a hint of bitterness in his voice. It wasn't directed fully at Kaiser—more like at himself, or at fate. Still, his pride clearly stung.
Kaiser listened quietly. He wasn't sure if Edmar was trying to make an excuse or just venting. Either way, he stayed calm. Then, to his surprise—
"How about you? How's your condition?"
