XANXUS looked at the robot Gola Mosca, whose limbs had already been snapped, and felt somewhat embarrassed.
Because it had been the first to leave the stage.
The battle in the arena grew increasingly intense.
Kyoya Hibari continuously swung his two tonfa.
Sakata Gintoki retreated while holding his wooden sword in one hand, blocking Kyoya Hibari's attacks with apparent ease.
Sakata Gintoki even mocked him. "What's wrong, kid? Is this all you've got?"
Kyoya Hibari was clearly unconvinced.
He tore off the black coat draped over him.
From the beginning until now.
Kyoya Hibari's coat had never fallen from his body, clearly showing that he had not been serious.
Now he intended to get a little serious, which was why he tore off his black coat.
Sakata Gintoki also became just the tiniest bit more serious.
No matter how Kyoya Hibari attacked.
Sakata Gintoki was able to block it all with ease.
It was impossible to tell where the limits of this white-haired curly-haired man lay.
The longer Kyoya Hibari fought, the more something felt wrong. He also realized that the person before him had never gotten serious.
Because the real katana hanging at Sakata Gintoki's waist had never been drawn.
Kyoya Hibari stopped attacking. He did not want to fight anymore, merely feeling that this was pointless and losing interest. "If you're going to keep refusing to fight me seriously, then I don't think there's any need to continue this match."
Kyoya Hibari turned around, reached down to pick up his coat, draped it over himself again, and prepared to withdraw from the competition.
For Kyoya Hibari, if he could not properly enjoy a fight, then there was truly no need to fight it.
Colonnello, the holder of the Rain Pacifier beneath the stage, covered his forehead with one