Inside, the second season of the Dragon Combat Tournament was in full swing.

Outside, there were others who weren't idle either.

Under the cherry blossom tree on the practice grounds, Noa sat cross-legged, her eyes gently closed. The cool autumn air occasionally stirred the petals, which fell softly from the branches, landing atop her head and hands.

Several petals had already nestled onto her small head, but she seemed entirely unaware.

In her mind, Noa was in deep conversation with her ancestor, "replaying" recent events.

"I wanted to discuss that live interaction game from a few days ago."

In front …