The crowd followed in amazement as two presidential candidates made their way toward the arena. It was a great shock for everyone because their most trusted presidential candidates were two spirit users. "Don't worry, my people, you can always come watch my matches. Nothing will happen to me, I assure you," said Masaru. However justified he might be, they no longer had a president.
They were left without direction; who would provide this service? They had to turn to the aid of the great leader; he would tell them what to do. As they approached the magnificent arena, someone jumped in front of them: "Wait, since so many secrets are coming out, I am a spirit user too." "K-Kano." "What are you talking about, Kano? Go back to your duty, no need for more nonsense." "Yes, Kano, go back to your duty."
The crowd remained curious about what more surprises they would encounter. Kano had devised a system to keep spirit users under control. Was the person providing this opportunity a spirit user? Even if so, it raised many questions. Many answers could be given to these questions, but the real answer could be provided by Kano. "Yes, you love me, I've done many things for you. But look," Kano suddenly disappeared, leaving a large fist mark on the wall next to them.
"W-what's going on here?" The crowd was shocked once again. Larry and Masaru were present, and now Kano had joined them. "Does anyone else want to reveal themselves, please do if you exist." No one from the crowd responded to the woman's voice. "Well then, the three of us are going," said Masaru. He leaned toward Larry's ear: "You're so lucky; you can get revenge on the one who slept with your wife." "Ha," Larry's eyes widened. "Yes, that person is right in front of us, coming into the arena with us," Masaru smirked.
Larry was experiencing a day full of surprises within the crowd. Kano focused his eyes on Masaru. Although a bit late, Masaru had noticed this. "This guy is not empty. Ah, it seems I'm the target," Masaru thought to himself. It was going to be a fun challenge for him.
As they approached the arena, the cheers of the spectators inside began to be heard. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ARE YOU READY FOR THE CURRENT MATCH?" "YES!" All the spectators were shouting enthusiastically. Masaru, Kano, and Larry, along with the crowd entering the arena, focused on the two people in the middle of the arena.
One had a mask on, pinkish hair cascading down to her shoulders, an impressive physique – an enchanting woman. Many men had arrived early and occupied seats close to the fighting area just to witness this spectacle. On the other side, there was a man with glasses, focused on the opponent in front of him. "BEHOLD, THE LEGENDARY LONE WARRIOR MAKOTO!" Masaru's face lit up with a smile. "AND OPPOSITE HIM, THE CHARMING JOE. WE WILL SEE WHO WILL WIN BETWEEN THESE TWO SUCCESSFUL WARRIORS. PLEASE, WARRIORS, TAKE YOUR PLACES ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER." The two warriors nodded, exchanged greetings, and walked past each other. "THEN, LET THE SHOW BEGIN!"
The entire audience started cheering excitedly: "COME ON, JOE, SHOW YOURSELF, BEAT THAT ARROGANT BITCH!" "THIS IS AN EASY JOB FOR YOU, MAKOTO!" "FINISH IT, JOE!" Both sides had a large number of supporters.
"Let's have some fun, darling," Makoto remained silent, took two knives from his belt, and threw them at Joe. Joe quickly dodged both. "Ah, so you're going to play like this, huh?" Joe suddenly stood in front of Makoto. Makoto swiftly pulled back the knives he had thrown with the attached strings; Joe noticed and stepped back before Makoto could touch him. "As cunning as always," Joe smiled at Makoto and disappeared again.
Makoto stood calmly with the knives he had retrieved. Joe suddenly appeared behind him, and Makoto rolled on the ground after taking a hit to his back. "THAT'S IT, JOE, SHOW HIM YOUR DAY!" "MAKOTO, GET UP!" The audience was divided, but it was an astonishing match for both sides.
Makoto got up, looked into his opponent's eyes. "I didn't expect you to fall so easily, Makoto. It seems you have different plans today." Makoto didn't utter a word and threw his knives again. "Same trick again?" Joe dodged the incoming knives once more. Makoto picked up his knives, but Joe continued to roll him on the ground after taking a hit from behind. "MAKOTO!" Many spectators were astonished. "WELL DONE, JOE, KEEP IT UP!"
Makoto got up again and repeated the same actions. In response, Joe continued to roll him on the ground in the same way. "Come on, Makoto, aren't you bored? You'll wear yourself out; eventually, you'll be completely exhausted." But Makoto didn't pay attention to the words and continued the same actions. "MAKOTO!" The fans were worried. "WELL DONE, JOE, SHOW THAT ARROGANT FOOL WHAT HE REALLY IS."
Masaru stopped watching the match and continued on his way. "Goodbye, my people, I will provide you with great shows in this arena." Larry continued to watch the match. "Hey, you know who's going to win too." Kano grabbed Larry by the arm and pulled him towards him. They followed Masaru from behind. "I'll miss you, my friend." Watching Masaru move away, tears rolled down Anton's eyes. When Masaru completely disappeared from view, he slowly walked towards the seats to watch the match more comfortably.
"Enough, Makoto." Joe's words were insignificant to Makoto. He slowly stood up and threw his knives at Joe again. "This will be the final blow." Joe got behind Makoto, but the knives that were supposed to return to Makoto's hand didn't. Joe's hands were tied together. "WHAT?" Before Joe could do anything, Makoto turned around; the lifeless eyes inside the mask had come to life. Purple eyes emanated horror towards Joe.
Makoto, with the ropes tied to Joe's wrists, stuck him to the ground. The ropes tore Joe's flesh. Without Joe being able to get up, Makoto created a rectangular sand wall around him and then crushed Joe between the sand walls. After a few seconds of silence from the spectators, the cheers of Makoto's supporters erupted: "THAT'S MAKOTO!" "WE KNEW YOU WOULDN'T DISAPPOINT!" Joe's fans silently looked at Joe lying on the ground, covered in blood.
After defeating Joe, Makoto dropped to his knees; he was tired, and many of his bones were broken. "AND THE WINNER IS MAKOTO!" Health professionals came to the battlefield, put both fighters on stretchers, and took them away. "YES, PEOPLE, SEE YOU IN THE NEXT MATCH." Everyone slowly began to leave their seats. The arena returned to emptiness.
After Makoto was examined, he began to wander in the empty arena. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful; he never took off his mask. He continued to silently walk with his mask until he felt the presence behind him.
He had sensed it too late. It was clear that something interesting was happening here; the person behind him began to applaud him. "You're really as usual, Makoto, you've never compromised." "You." Makoto took off his mask and looked at Masaru behind him.