Maro looked up at the two portraits, then turned back and asked, "My lord, do you know him?"
"I don't, but I've heard of him." Su Wu's lips curled into an amused smile.
"He's one of Hisoka's targets..."
"If you had to compare us, Hisoka sees me and him as equals." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy spoke with a hint of amusement and disdain.
"What? How could he possibly compare to you, my lord? Hisoka's taste is absolutely terrible!" Maro clenched his fists and protested indignantly.
It was one thing to see strong fighters as targets, but how could Hisoka be interested in someone else when he had my lord? What a blind fool!
"Exactly, exactly. I think so too." Su Wu nodded in agreement.
The thought that Hisoka had probably put him in the same toy box as everyone else annoyed him.
Give me a box all to myself in your inner world!
But his hand was honest enough to point at Kajiro Dourou's portrait as he told Maro, "Bet on him to win."
"...Yes." Maro paused, then replied.
He'd already been thinking of betting on Kajiro Dourou to win, since he felt the man was stronger than his opponent.
The odds were low, too. Even if he bet on him and won, he wouldn't get much money.
And they still had to pay taxes and fees.
It seemed every world had taxes.
"Let's go watch Kajiro Dourou's match." Su Wu said no more. He bought two tickets and headed to the arena where Kajiro Dourou was about to fight.
A white-haired man and a dark-skinned man with amber eyes stood facing each other.
As soon as the announcer declared the match underway, they both sprang into action.
"They're so fast. I can't see a thing..." Maro stared at the