I caught sight of my next opponent coming up from the other side of the hallway. No doubt just having finished another match. That's three wins in a row from what I heard. Now it was time for our match. I'll be sure to give it my all.

I was confident in my own abilities, but there was no denying my opponent's skills in the battlefield. After having spectated the last few tournaments, I figured out her style. She used her speed to confound her foes, all the while studying their strengths and weaknesses. This allowed her to adapt effectively and proficiently to any situation.

But what about outside the battlefield? What was she like then? I found myself intrigued by this sudden curiosity, something that was unusual for me. I was never one to get close to anyone. Yet… I think I'd like to get to know the warrior behind the mask a little better.

"Sheik, isn't it?" And I took off my helmet, offering a hand and a smile. "Let's have a good fight."

The warrior said nothing as we shook hands, but as it turned out, there was no need. Her ruby-red eyes spoke clearly to me: strongminded, composed, determined, reserved, yet curious to know more, too. There was a warmth to her eyes, too, and it only left me wondering what my own eyes had to tell.

I knew then I wasn't going to regret my decision.

Our eyes met for but a brief respite between matches, but it was enough.