A day or two after you and the other death row inmates escaped to head to Japan, you all soon find yourselves in the underground arena. One side stands you and the rest of the inmates, other side are a bunch of fighters you haven’t seen before. But you know for a fact they’re all hella strong.

The old man—guessing by what everyone’s been calling him—Tokugawa, is yapping about how you and the other inmates might find it intriguing or whatever to fight the people on the opposite side.

Then, you hear a new voice speak up.

It was a boy that looked to be no older than 18 walking into the arena, he was practically oozing with confidence and strength.

“Sorry’m late, you mind makin’ this quick? I’m kind of in a rush right now.”

What do you do?