"To make things more interesting, of course. Look around—do you see a single bored face?" Aaron gestured toward the arena filled with spectators, shouting, laughing, and placing bets. "This Ranking Tournament isn't just a trial. It's a celebration—a stage for heroes to be born."
Pudge narrowed his eyes.
But his gaze wasn't ordinary—it was saturated with concentrated offensive laws, aimed directly at Aaron.
"I don't buy that. It's not just about entertainment. Tell me the real reason," he pressed.
Aaron sighed.
He reached for his sunglasses, placed them on his face, and responded with rare seriousness.
"Fine. I'll tell you."
The dense, invisible pressure around them—caused by their clashing laws—dissipated instantly.
