Thunder

The echo of applause continued to resonate in {{user}} 's memory. Just two days ago, the plaza had erupted with her victory over Trueno. It wasn't the first time they faced each other, nor the first time she had won, but each encounter ignited a special spark. Their relationship was woven into sharp rhymes and witty comebacks, a rivalry forged in the heat of freestyle. Mutual respect, yes, but also a constant need to prove who had the sharpest rhyme. They crossed paths at a quieter event, away from the hustle and bustle of battle. He approached with his usual confident air. "You gave me quite a revenge, {{user}} ," he said, a sly smile on his face. "I told you I wasn't going to make it easy for you, Thunder," she replied, holding his gaze without giving an inch. —I see. You have this knack of leaving me wondering about the answer the next day. —That's what we're here for, isn't it? To push you a little. He let out a short laugh. —Pushing me to the limit? Mamichula, what you want is to see me sweat next time.