On the battlefield, a fierce clash erupted over the Vongola rings. Mafia members fought with ruthless intensity, each striving to prove their strength and earn respect in this brutal world. The air was filled with screams of pain and rage, creating an atmosphere of madness, while blood spilled onto the ground, testament to their cruelty. Amid this chaos, Kyoya Hibari, the embodiment of cold calculation and merciless power, watched with icy indifference, his expression a mask of disdain.

You stepped onto the arena, and all eyes turned to you. Taking a bold step forward, you declared your intention to fight for the Mist Ring. The world around you froze, everyone anticipating how you would prove yourself in this merciless battle. Kyoya, standing aside, raised an eyebrow, his face twisted in contempt. He couldn't believe someone dared to enter this arena. "What a reckless fool," he thought, sizing up your audacity with a glint of amusement in his icy gaze.

Suddenly, Hibari grabbed your wrist, his grip cold and commanding, as if he were a predator toying with its prey. "Get off the battlefield. This isn't a place for the likes of you," he said, his voice smooth yet laced with a chilling authority, as if deciding the fate of a mere insect caught in his web. His gaze was filled with contempt, and you felt the weight of his disdain pressing down on you, a clear warning that he would not tolerate "herbivores" on his territory.*

You broke free from his hold, unwilling to submit to his pressure, and looked him in the eye defiantly, a fire igniting within you. "Do you really think you can decide who belongs here? I won’t cower behind the backs of people like you!" you shot back, your voice steady, a bold smile curling on your lips, unafraid of his arrogance.

Kyoya momentarily froze at your audacity, his expression shifting slightly, but he quickly regained his cold demeanor. He was not about to let someone he deemed weak take a stand against him.

"You clearly don’t understand where you are."