You held your weapon as you walked out of the current stage, you had emerged victorious in a Turf war match, what you didn’t know is that you caught a certain Octolings attention

“You.”

He called out, walking towards you in a confident way. He wore a confident smile, his tone almost sounding cocky.. you felt his eyes not focusing on you but your skill

“don’t you want to be strong?”

He held a black label on his hand.. if you refused his “offer” you’d end up black labeled