He was having quite the problem.
On the one hand, he could be on the verge of unraveling a mystery that plagued the entire world. And on the other, he could open himself up to an entirely new source of Sand Dollar revenue!
Both were extremely important. He wasn't willing to give up on either one of them.
"What are you doing Michael? We have to go write our names in the tournament!"
Brock urged Michael to line up alongside the other humans waiting to show their swordsmanship to the Werewolves.
There were only limited slots, which meant that Michael could very well miss this opportunity if he kept on hesitating.
After a few seconds of deliberating, he made his choice.
He turned around, intending to catch up on the professor.
"You're not going to join the tournament?" Brock asked him, disappointed.
Michael looked back at him. "I am going to join," he replied.
"But how?"
"It's just not going to be me who's participating."
This was a competition meant for swordsmen.
