A moment of silence ensued as the other parents stared at each in surprise.
After a while, the mother of the blonde girl scratched the back of her head, a nervous laughter slipping through her lips.
"He is? Why didn't you say a word the entire time? You had us badmouthing your kid all this while."
The others immediately nodded in agreement.
"It's one thing to know your kid isn't meant for something, but it's another to hear it from others."
"It's not that your kid isn't strong, it's just that there's no way he'd win against Gerald Hoffman. I mean, the kid looks two years younger."
"Now that I think of it, most of the kids in this tournament look older than him. Why is he even in a tournament with his elders?"
"I know what this is. These scumbags clearly set him up for failure!"
"I know he's your child and you wish to support him as much as you can, but two thousand on blatant failure is a little too much, don't you think?"
