"LET'S ALL WELCOME, KAIIIIISEEEEER—!!!"
The announcer's voice boomed across the packed coliseum, electrifying the atmosphere.
And after hearing him, the crowd erupted—
"WHOOOOOAAAHHH—!!!"
"I'VE BEEN WAITING!!!"
"KID...! I SAW YOUR FIRST EVER MATCH A FEW MONTHS BACK, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!!!"
"KILL YOUR OPPONENT!!!"
The cheers were thunderous, echoing throughout the arena. Nobles and merchants leaned forward, eyes glinting with excitement. The stands were raging with energy, and even the guards posted around the perimeter couldn't help but smirk.
TAP.
Kaiser stepped out from the waiting room, his boots making a sharp sound as they touched the ground of the arena. A calm expression rested on his face— unshaken, composed, and indifferent to the raving masses.
He walked forward with measured steps, his now long black hair tied back, metal vambraces reflecting the sunlight, and three javelins strapped across his back.
