"Mama's gonna be mad at me…" the boy whispered, ears drooping.
But there was nothing he could do now.
With a sigh, he held his grocery bag tighter and looked toward the arena.
"…Guess I'll just watch the match."
He sat near the edge of the crowd, squeezing between two barrels, as the excited beastkin roared in anticipation.
"I should tell Mother about this later… after dinner. Maybe."
"From the left corner! Celebrated by the citizens! The man, the myth, the lunatic—known only as The Crazy Guy!"
A wave of laughter and boos echoed from the stands. Some threw pebbles, others pointed and jeered at Hazuki, who stood alone, silent, his sword resting casually on his shoulder.
"And in the right corner! Our beloved Rank D adventurers—the ever-popular SilverRoad Party! A total of five strong! Led by their mighty Level 35 captain!"
The crowd roared in approval. Cheers shook the walls of the arena.
