Boom, boom, boom!
A drumroll like the heartbeat of a giant, and the fevered roar of an excited crowd.
Riding the veteran MC’s soaring voice, the mood heats up just right.
Jeniba, the eliminated winner of Group A, rolled their eyes.
“So it’s those two after all…”
Beneath the magic device splashing flashy sound effects and visuals, two men were walking out.
The standouts of this tournament—the ones no one was surprised to see.
They called it an unprecedentedly fast finals.
Those two had been prominent since the group prelims… and it was the same in the real main event, the Master Match. As if to mock the gamblers who crowed it was only lucky brackets, they crushed one formidable opponent after another in an instant.
“We’re not even in the same weight class.”
Jeniba recalled their loss, which had felt like an adult fighting a child.
Those ghostly eyes flashed—and that was the end of it. Before they could do anything, they were kicked away and their memory went black. When they came to, it was the infirmary…
“H-hrk,…