Each person in this crowd is someone I despise. They enable slavery and murder, but their applause is pleasant to my ears despite my hatred towards them. This battle is proof of the results of my training, and I couldn't be more satisfied with how far I've come.
Basking in the glory of victory is pleasant, but I can't forget why I've come here. First, I need to find proof of Lord Gishie's wrongdoings, but what might I take from here as proof? Of course, I could always take witnesses, but I have an inkling that Mito may have something else in mind. After all, he wouldn't sit around idly for a whole week, would he? No, I need to have faith that he's doing all he can while I serve as a distraction.
In any case, the first step for me is to get out of captivity, but as long as that collar master is here...
I look up to where the woman controlling the collars was last week and see Mito already having a chat with her. He says something indiscriminately, and she nods her head. A few moments later, they both leave the room together. I wonder what he said to her. Also, I haven't considered it much since I got here, but how exactly do these collars work? I've been taught that midst can't be used remotely without a treasure, yet these collars expand and contract even when the collar master isn't in sight!
As I begin to dwell on the circumstances more deeply, I feel the collar around my neck loosen, and the crowd goes silent. I confusedly remove the collar from my neck and look around. The silence in the room is deafening. Then, realizing that there is now nothing standing between them and an animal that they've kept caged, people begin to slowly back away from the arena.
One man shouts, "That kid is gonna kill us all! Everyone run!"
The room begins to clear as quickly as possible with such a narrow exit. I hear screams of pain as some are undoubtedly being trampled in the panic. I know they're all trash, but those cries of pain still pull at my heartstrings, if only a little.
The stampede leaves the room entirely, and I bound up into the stands where Lord Gishie remains sitting upon his oversized chair. He sits altogether too composed for the situation he finds himself in. Perhaps he doesn't understand the circumstances.
Adachi: "Hello, sir! I've come to repay you for the lovely meal you granted me."
Lord Gishie: "And if I refuse?"
Adachi: "That's not an option."
Still, the overweight man sitting in front of me remains composed, lacking any signs of being intimidated. He may be fat, but he's certainly not stupid. He wouldn't have made it this far if he didn't have any wit. I'm missing something.
I back away from him, observing my surroundings keenly. There are doors to the left, which lead to the exit, and doors to the right, which lead to the prison. This room is too big to observe entirely without turning my back to the man in front of me. Regardless of what he's hiding, he'll be forced to show his hand in response to an immediate threat.
I grab one of the wooden chairs from the stands and lob it towards the lord with striking force. Even while a chair is being thrown at him, he doesn't even budge. Then, just before impact, the chair explodes into a million pieces, leaving a cloud of dust and broken parts where it just was.
What just happened? Did someone else do that? No. It was undoubtedly the man before me. I saw it just before it happened, but his arm moved ever so slightly. It was faster than my eyes could register, but he struck that chair out of the air. It's clear to me now that I'm not facing the man I thought I was.
Adachi: "Who are you?"