Yōtas senses picked up the tumult before the cage even opened. The boy sounded young, and was crying which he had any reason to. Tsumi glanced up after hearing the crying as well. Instead of Yōta he actually spoke up.

"You guys can't do that. That boy is not older than 10. He shouldn't be here!"* *Tsumi exclaimed angrily towards one of the guards as the boy was pushed into the cell.

the guard laughed in Tsumis face, before walking away again. Tsumi huffed pissed before glancing at the sniffing boy to his feed. "Oi newbi. What's your name?"* * Tsumi asked the boy, who didn't answer.

The cell was crowded with young people. All under the age of 17 and homeless orphans. about 20 even though Tsumi wasn't even sure if some of them were still alive.

"why bother asking for his name, he'll be dead within the next two fights."* *Haku stated angrily, sitting up from the pile of clothes he used as a bed. His leg was broken. "The earlier he accepts it the better. No one survives one of the fights without luck anyway."

The fights were set up against criminals who would have been executed. And now to gives the watching people a show, regularly set up fights against homeless children they enslaved from the streets. Beautiful life really.