After defeating each of the ten champions the opposing guild had chosen, he stood and never left the battleground. It looked like he had every intentions to rebel against the system.
His eyes travelled through the crowds in the arena, piercing each individual they landed on. He was looking for something or someone.
Everyone who met with his sinister angry eyes flinched involuntary. Except for when they landed on Kiro, he looked at him for quite some time. Kiro was now intrigued.
'Why am I meeting all these people that will be great in this game in the future?'
Kiro couldn't quite believe it. It was as if he was a bright light and they were moths. They just kept revealing themselves and being attached to him. And already so far he'd made friends with two of them.
