Moriarty covered his face with a mask to conceal his real identity.
"You're hiding your face?" Ambrose asked curiously.
"Yeah, I am famous." Moriarty said, looking at him through the mask's eye holes. "Your face is also quite popular. I would think a wanted man like yourself would want to stay hidden."
"Well, this is enough for me." Ambrose equipped himself with a hooded cloak and pulled it over his head, casting a shadow over his face.
Moriarty nodded and saw players moving about in Amaterasu's market place.
Most of them moved in groups of two, clearly spending the last day before the tournament with their teammates.
However, there were also players with signs looking for a teammate. Some players who were looking for a teammate grouped up with another player in a similar situation, while a few others wanted to look for a teammate of stronger caliber.
