"Sesshomaru."
"A great demon from the Four Souls World? Looks like I've run into a very troublesome opponent~"
Inside the dim passageway leading from the eastern side toward the center of the Multiverse Duel Arena.
Rhya, dressed in a loose white robe, walked at an unhurried pace.
Slowly making his way toward the bright exit ahead.
His lazy, listless murmur accompanied the soft sound of his footsteps.
Echoing through the empty, silent passage.
Rhya had always been one to go with the flow, even somewhat lazy when it came to avoiding trouble.
He raised a hand and rubbed his curly black hair streaked with white.
"Fortunately, Patry has already made it into the 'Top 10,' so I don't have to bear too much pressure here."
"Besides, even if I win this match, I don't know what wish I'd make."
A casual look flashed through his half-lidded, dead-fish eyes.
"Anyway, I'll just get through this trouble, fight a match, and do my best."
[Whoosh----]
When Rhya finally stepped through the metal doors that automatically opened to either side.
And entered the sunlit duel arena.
Host Gatz's passionate, piercing voice.
Mixed with the tidal-wave-like cheers of hundreds of thousands of spectators.
Formed a surging, almost tangible wave of sound that crashed into him.
Rhya's long, pointed elf ears twitched slightly.
To be honest, he disliked such a noisy atmosphere.
But after experiencing the previous 'Swiss Round.'
He had more or less forced himself to adapt to this environment and sensation.
He stopped, lifted his head, and looked across the vast field, meeting the gaze of the white figure approaching from the opposite side.
Sesshomaru was still dressed in flowing white robes.
His silver-white hair fluttered gently in the breeze.
His eyes were no longer as cold and merciless as before, regarding all