Masimo: "What the hell… am I feeling right now?"
The crowd erupts in chaos.
Screams echo through the hallway—
"Wake up!"
"Finish him!"
"Fight, Hoshin!"
"Break him!"
"Show him who you are!"
But beneath the noise, the air grows heavy.
So heavy it feels alive.
As Hoshin lies motionless, blood trickling from his forehead, his final thought flickers through the darkness—
Hoshin (thinking): No matter what... I have to protect Sofia.
His fingers twitch.
Then his hand clenches.
Sofia (crying out): "Get up, Hoshinn! Help me!"
A deep hum fills the air—like the earth itself answering her plea.
Hoshin's body stirs.
Slowly… impossibly… he rises to his feet.
The atmosphere thickens. The crowd begins to stagger back.
A red aura bursts out of him, swirling like flame and smoke, pulsing with raw fury.
Masimo (tense): "What is this!?"
The floor vibrates under his boots.
Hoshin stands straight, eyes glowing crimson, the aura wrapping around him like a living beast.
Masimo (eyes widening): "How's he… emitting such power?"
Sofia (screams again): "Hoshin! Please, help me!"
Her voice cuts through the storm of energy.
Hoshin's gaze sharpens — steady, calm, yet terrifyingly cold.
Masimo steadies himself, sweat rolling down his face.
He grits his teeth, raises his fists, and growls—
Masimo: "Let's do this, kid!"
The red aura surges higher, swallowing the hallway in a crimson glow—
and the next round is about to begin.