"Master, you've been going on about this the whole way here. My ears are growing calluses." Luka exaggeratedly dug at his left ear with his left hand. At that moment, he was brimming with self-confidence, completely dismissive of the claim that Gepard's strength surpassed his own. It was in one ear and out the other.
Watching the utterly nonchalant Luka, Oleg knew that only a real, crushing defeat would make this fellow understand. With a sigh, Oleg conceded, "Fine, I'll stop nagging..." After a moment of thought, he decided to offer a preemptive word of caution anyway. "Don't take the outcome too seriously, either. If you can make it to the finals and face Gepard in a match, that's honor enough, even if you can't go to that... what was it called again? 'Salty Porridge Radish'?" Whatever, close enough. Salty porridge radish it was.
"No way! Big Brother Luka promised Hook he'd win the match, bring Hook along, and let her see the outside world!" Little Hook piped up from the side, instantly displeased.
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