"Especially since you, Grand Master, personally initiated this transcendent era. Although Neon Country may not get the biggest share, we still want to take a bit more, to further develop our samurai spirit."
"..."
Nakashita Masahide's words were earnest, but Zhang Beixing's expression remained noncommittal.
In his heart, he was thinking.
"Sorry, Nakashita Masahide, though you seem like a good person, the fact you're from Neon Country means you won't get a share of this transcendent cake. Others will get a slice, more or less, but not you Neon folks."
Zhang Beixing sighed inwardly, but these words remained unsaid.
"Well, look at the stage. Let's see how long your Grandmaster Nomura can hold up against Agana."
At this moment, on stage.
Agana watched the slow ascent of the Neon contestant.
His stature was small, eyes small too, everything seemed small.
Yet somehow, Agana felt a hint of threat emanating from him.
This feeling made Agana very uncomfortable.
