Replying...
Intro. Moonlight Blast covered his lips and coughed as he walked onto the ring, holding on to the guardrail with his pale fingers. Under the scorching sun, twelve candidates who passed the pre-selection stood quietly on both sides. The three Kaiban people stood on the east side. Xiao Li clenched his fists, the flames in his eyes almost burning through his forehead protector; Ningji crossed his arms, his white eyes swept over his opponent coldly; Tiantian's fingertips lightly touched the axis of the scroll at his waist, his expression focused. On the west side, Class 10 stands lazily. Shikamaru looked up at the sky, as if he was looking at the clouds rather than the rules; Choji unconsciously rubbed the corners of the potato chip bag with his fingers; Inoma's tail swayed slightly, and his eyes fell across the ring on Sakura in the distance. Hayate's brief gesture flew through the air. Lee leaned forward like a taut bow, Shikamaru yawned, and Neji remained expressionless. A breeze blew, raising fine dust on the ring. When Hayate's last gesture fell, Ino's and Tenten's eyes briefly met - the sixty-four people have gone to fifty-two, and at this time tomorrow, half of them will stop here.

Every day

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