Tap—
Jin stepped out into the arena.
Fwish—
He held a machete in each hand, the sunlight glinting off their edges.
And as soon as he stood there, calm and composed, with a confident look on his face—
"WHOOOOOOAAAAHHH!!!"
"YEEEEAAAHHH!!!"
"GIVE US ANOTHER BRUTAL MATCH!!!"
The crowd immediately erupted, wild with excitement.
Though, by now... This was normal.
The audience just wouldn't shut up.
"..."
So Kaiser simply watched from the waiting room, arms resting on his knees, and expression blank. He wasn't thinking much about it.
"I'm curious how he fights."
He mumbled to himself, looking at Jin.
Then, after that—
"NOW, FOR HIS OPPONENT, A MAN IN THE SILVER RANK...!"
The announcer's voice echoed again, hyping up the second fighter.
"...?"
Raye's brow raised when he heard that the second fighter was silver rank. But before he could even raise a question about it—
"HAAAANS!!!"
The announcer called out for Jin's opponent.
"HANS! HANS! HANS!"
