Genma was speechless at Yushi's big heart and muddled brain, while Raiton looked as if he had suffered a heavy blow to the head, his face full of disbelief.
What kind of blade-grabbing was this? What blades were they even grabbing?
Though no one had yet stepped onto the enormous arena, Raiton could already foresee a chaotic brawl.
A swordsmanship contest itself was no big deal. The rules only prohibited ninjutsu, while Chakra could still be used, which put Raiton at ease.
What puzzled him, even gave him a headache, was that contestants had to voluntarily step onto the stage and beat everyone below into submission to claim the final victory.
Raiton could hardly believe in such a barbaric, outrageous competition. For a moment, he even wondered whether his ears had suddenly gone bad or whether there was something wrong with his comprehension.
But then the blacksmith shop brought out a large blackboard onto the stage. That rough, crew-cut man unexpectedly changed his tune and only now explained that there was a scoreboard.
At last, it became clear. The person with the highest score would win in the end.
Thinking about it, with so many people participating at once, following the usual competition format would make little sense. Throwing everyone together into a complete mess would make even less sense.
So after the crew-cut man shouted for the competition to begin, quite a few capable people leaped onto the stage in a single bound.
Raiton had been a step slower, and he was too embarrassed to squeeze his way up afterward. But that very delay gave him a good idea.
Since the venue would have many people acting as arena champions, there would likewise be many challengers going up to stop them from defending the arena.
So if enough champions