Murmur. Murmur.
Kazuichi stood at the edge of the sparring grounds, his breath still coming in controlled, measured gulps as he prepared for his next match. His earlier victory had boosted his confidence, but he knew better than to let it make him complacent. The day was far from over, and each new opponent would bring fresh challenges.
The instructor's voice cut through the murmur of the crowd. "Next match: Kazuichi versus Ichiro."
Kazuichi's gaze snapped to the opposite side of the field, where his next opponent was stepping forward. Ichiro was a Merc Hybrid, known for his speed and ruthlessness in combat. He had a lean, muscular build, and his eyes were sharp and calculating, like a predator sizing up its prey.
