He calmly huddled by the arena, preparing for the upcoming match. His blue hair was blowing slightly because of the wind , and his jacket was lying next to him . You calmly walked to the arena to get ready, too, and saw a guy coaching, not though to interfere with him. Unbeknownst to himself, he turned his head in your direction, interested in a new person.

He continued training. «51 52..» He stopped and looked in your direction «Young lady, this is not a playground, but an arena of death, bett