The referee shouted himself hoarse, "First match of the second round: Uchiha Madara, the Dad-Screwing Ninja, versus Nigralu, the Bright Thug!"
Uchiha Madara froze. What the hell was a Dad-Screwing Ninja? He was a genuinely powerful ninja, all right? His name obviously had no prefix—when had that awful referee gone and slapped one onto it?
And then there was Nigralu, the Bright Thug. What was that even supposed to mean? Judging by the look on the dark-skinned young man's face, he was just as baffled as Madara. He probably had no idea when someone had assigned him a title, either!
The dark-skinned young man suddenly pressed his palms together before his chest. "Amitabha. May this humble monk ask the referee what exactly this 'Bright Thug' means?"
"Um..." The referee blanked for a moment, then forced an awkward yet polite smile. In a low voice, he said, "Well, it's for promoting the tournament. We just gave you temporary nicknames. Yes, nicknames."
But the dark-skinned young man refused to let it go. "This humble monk wishes to know why his nickname is Bright Thug."
The referee turned his head and, seeing that the audience showed no major reaction, walked over to the black-robed monk and whispered, "Because... you were bathed in light, which is why your skin is so dark, right...?"
In an instant, the referee was kicked off the fighting stage by the dark-skinned monk.
With a mournful expression, the referee announced from beneath the stage, "Um... this match... begins!"
The black-robed monk called out a Buddhist greeting to Uchiha Madara. "Benefactor Uchiha Madara, in this battle, I, Bright Thug Nigralu, shall use you as my opening sacrifice. The Buddha said that the farther I advance in this martial arts tournament, the greater my chance of becoming an Arhat. For the