The elite returned back a while later and when Hayne came out of the room to get what he had sent him out to buy, he met him severely bruised and battered—beaten to a pulp. Hayne was struck numb for a moment before rushing over to the elite at the door.
"What happened?" He asked, worry etched clearly on his face. His eyes scanned the elite from head to toe, perplexed he could be beaten to such an extent by someone other than Seiya, he is after all, an elite.
The elite, however, stretched out the bag containing the ramen to Hayne without answering, seemingly unbothered by the situation.
"Tell me, how did this come about?" Hayne asked, ignoring the ramen that was being stretched toward him. "Did you cause yet another trouble?"
Hayne was both mentally and physically stressed, the day wasn't at all his day.
"It's nothing," the elite said, jiggling the bag of ramen to get Hayne's divided attention.
