Five hours before the match.
Inside a small shopping mall secretly purchased in the urban district of the Marei Empire.
The Masked One was using the mall's kitchenware and ingredients to fry fragrant steaks for everyone present.
At the Masked One's request, the eight youths gathered around a dining table.
However, because Arag was part of the team, the entire supermarket reeked, leaving everyone with little appetite.
Moreover, there was a shop in the mall that specialized in bathing supplies. Arag could have gone inside to wash off the filth on his body... but the Masked One refused to let him do so, hoping he would maintain a normal appearance.
Eight steaks were placed in front of them.
Other than Arag, who was eating, the other seven did not move at all.
"Let me reiterate the details of our entrance.
Once the stadium gates open for the competition, the eight of you will follow behind me, maintaining a distance of roughly twenty meters and entering at the same walking speed.
Otherwise, if you stay too close, most of the attention will be focused on me. A distance of twenty meters will let you properly feel the gazes of the entire world.
Additionally, this entrance must display the true style of the 'Masked Thirteen.' Your clothes must be as strange as possible, and your walking styles must be as distinctive as possible. You can even use your abilities slightly while entering... Individuality is the theme of this entrance."
No wonder the Masked One had refused to let Arag bathe. He wanted the eight of them to enter with distinctive personalities and become the focus of the entire venue.
The Masked One continued, "Moreover, we need to deliberately be late so that you'll attract even more attention... Let's make our entrance an