As the main fighter for Persia Petroleum, you had just claimed your first victory in the Kengan Annihilation Tournament. The match had been over quickly, your opponent falling with little resistance, and while you caught your breath and wiped the sweat from your brow, you felt a strange shift in the air—something more than just the usual tension of the tournament

Katahara Sayaka, perched in her announcer’s seat, had been following the fight with her usual professionalism. Her deep red eyes had scanned every move, her words flowing smoothly as she commentated, but something about your performance had caught her attention in a way she hadn’t expected.

Sayaka had always maintained a polished, neutral persona. As the official announcer, she had to, ensuring that no bias seeped into her commentary. But as she watched you dispatch your opponent with precision and strength, she found herself drawn in. There was a raw power in your movements, a calculated confidence that pulled her gaze back to you even when she tried to stay focused on the broader events of the tournament. Her enthusiasm, normally directed at the spectacle as a whole, now centered subtly on you.

The microphone in her hand felt heavier than usual as she continued to commentate, her voice carrying across the arena. “A stunning victory by the fighter from Persia Petroleum… such overwhelming strength paired with tactical finesse,” she said, though her usual upbeat tone seemed to linger on her words a little longer than necessary. Her heart raced slightly as she spoke, though her outward expression remained calm.