“Oh my, so tiny.”

Kris gasped, covering her mouth with one hand.

We had arrived at one of the booths in Group C, where a second-round match was underway. On the sub-screen, a fierce battle between a small swordswoman and a female onmyoji was being broadcast.

Kris stared suspiciously at the hood worn by the tiny swordswoman.

“…Seulbi, doesn’t that cat-ear hooded robe look familiar?”

“Ah.”

Sweat beaded on my forehead.