The eyes of many spectators were filled with tears. The recent breath of the man they had just perceived as a liar had wiped away all their negative thoughts. For the first time in the arena, someone had died. "A- AND THE WINNER IS KANO!" The surroundings were still.
"Well done, if you had made a wrong choice, it would have been very bad for you." Masaru held his hand on the shoulder of Larry's wife. There was a dreadful smile on his face. No one could see his face; after all, Larry's wife was sitting in the front row. "Larry, at least you died happily," Masaru withdrew his hand and headed back to his cell. Larry's wife was filled with fear, tears streaming down her eyes with a mixture of sadness and fear, trembling incessantly.
"Next is our match." Masaru smiled. "This will be fun; I'll give you an advantage and use only one art." Makoto reached out his hand to Masaru, "Don't underestimate me." Masaru opened his eyes, "You know I don't underestimate you." They separated and continued on their paths.
Makoto and Masaru faced each other. "AND BEGIN!" Both sides had large fan bases, but the influence of the last arena battle still lingered; the atmosphere was lifeless. "Let's liven this up a bit, Makoto," Makoto smiled, "However you like, Masaru." Masaru jumped in front of Makoto, and all his punches and kicks were successfully blocked by Makoto. The audience was surprised; they were seeing such an ordinary fight for the first time. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Masaru's eyes sparkled, "Absolutely." Masaru suddenly pulled back. They were entangled by each other's strings. Masaru gently pulled his strings, causing Makoto's arm and his own to be severed, and bleeding began. "Let the perfect game begin," Makoto flicked his middle finger. Along with Masaru's other arm, his leg was filled with cuts. "Ah," Masaru also flicked his middle finger. Makoto's stomach and his chest were filled with cuts. "I've found the right string, hehehee," Makoto quickly thought. This was his last chance. The audience watched them silently, bewildered; it was a bizarre performance. Makoto covered his index finger. Along with Masaru's neck, his own ankle was cut. "Ah hahahaa, this is bad," Makoto quickly swung the hand he had closed over Masaru's head. Masaru also quickly swung the hand he had moved with his middle finger. Masaru, avoiding his neck being severed, freed himself by wrapping his other hand with strings. Makoto, with his other hand, tried to keep his body upright using blood art.
"A second-long battle," Masaru smiled, quickly attacking Makoto's chest. Makoto attacked Masaru's head. The audience still hadn't understood anything from this fight. Makoto held Masaru's head, and Masaru closed the massive cut on Makoto's stomach with his hands. "A draw," Makoto smiled. Masaru also closed the cut on his neck. "You turned out to be more skillful than I thought, Makoto," Masaru jumped back. "But you made a mistake," Makoto raised his finger. "Are you sure?" Masaru smiled at him, "Of course, yes." Makoto swung the hand he didn't lift upward, and Masaru's two legs were severed. Masaru stuck to the ground, "Ahahaa, this was good, but I also have a move." Masaru raised his arm and clenched his fist, and Makoto's arms were torn apart. "I think I'm the winner, hehehee," Makoto fell to his knees, "Ahahaa, I think you are." Both of them laughed through the pain they felt.
The audience was in shock, watching this strange scene. "I GIVE UP!" Makoto shouted. "A-AND THE WINNER IS MASARU!" Before the medical teams arrived on the battlefield, Masaru quickly restored himself with Makoto. "It was a fun match," Masaru nodded. Then, his eyes quickly changed. The terrifying gaze had returned. Makoto felt sorry for this situation, but he couldn't stop him. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU WITHOUT A LEADER. HAVING ACHIEVED ENOUGH VICTORIES HERE, I WILL HAVE THE HONOR OF MEETING THE GREAT LEADER," the audience suddenly was surprised again. "KEEP GOING, MASARU, JUST LIKE THAT!" Anton shouted with joy, and other spectators slowly began to understand what was happening, joining him. Masaru opened his arms to them with a smile on his face. Kano silently watched him in the middle of the door.