? Ikazkan -> Tezot

Ukon’s body twitched convulsively, as if struck by an electric shock from a socket; the newspaper that had been covering his face fell away – it took a few seconds, but he realized he had dozed off while sitting in the chair in the warriors’ community. There wasn’t a soul around, and the list of tournament participants on the table in front of him hadn’t been updated with a single name. With some resentment, he thought that in this case, he was the default winner, and the others would have to accept it. The warrior got up from his chair, stretched, and angrily stomped towards the Board. To his surprise, he didn’t find his announcement, which he had posted a little earlier. Apparently, some hooligans had taken it down. Ukon gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fist. His best qualities urged him to remain calm, while his worst qualities echoed in his heart with what was perhaps a very famous (in)Sordish “rage.” Tired of this pantomime, Chernika, with his paws folded on his chest, emerged from the darkness behind him and diligently read all the announcements. Neither of them said a word – perhaps due to mutual resentment towards each other, or perhaps because they didn’t have the energy to argue. After exchanging a sidelong glance, they almost simultaneously headed towards Shiko – after all, he was a couple of steps ahead, as he was the only one who knew the way.