The first day of matches had ended. In the second round of the preliminaries, many contestants had yet to take the stage, and the first round was still far from over.
Naturally, Lloyd could not explain anything. Blinking his innocent, wide-eyed gaze, he said, "Wasn't it because Master kept saying I was talented?"
Uchiha Madara was utterly speechless at his attempt to act cute. Indeed, he had taken Lloyd as his disciple because he had sensed the boy's extraordinary martial potential. Yet the progress Lloyd had displayed before him was so rapid that even Madara himself found it unbelievable. Just how much potential was hidden within this boy? What was his limit?
With that question in mind, Uchiha Madara drifted off to sleep. He and Lloyd shared a room, and he soon began snoring.
But Lloyd was kept awake by the noise.
He had some money on hand. Starting from the second preliminary round, the winners received the prize money for their match immediately after each round. Every winner could get 600, while even a draw earned each participant 300. Thus, Lloyd now possessed the enormous sum of 600. Taking the money, he headed to the front of the arena, where the night market was still bustling. Before long, he sat down at a seafood stall and ordered food.
"Gulp gulp gulp..." Lloyd happily drained a bowl of seafood soup, patted his belly, and sighed. "It feels so good to finally eat my fill. That Master of mine always says he has no money and never buys me anything tasty. Now I can buy food for myself. This is wonderful."
However, looking at the last hundred or so he had left in his hand, he sank into thought.
With such a terrifying appetite, no amount of prize money would probably