Ye Nan did not ask any further questions. She cautiously said that, then stared straight ahead. Tears still welled in her eyes, but inwardly, she thought:
"Television isn't all lies!"
And it was precisely because Mirai had gone soft-hearted that Ye Nan would forever remain on the path of becoming the mine owner.
"Is everyone here having fun? Grant the victor limitless glory and plunge the loser into despair. These rules are well known. You may pit your own hands against your opponent's hands. The winning side may claim the opponent's hands. The rules are simple. The law of the jungle is absolute."
The arena within the circular coliseum was enormous. It was a battle platform built from special stone bricks, surrounded by loudly shouting spectators. Standing on the stage was a host with golden eyes and an extravagant appearance.
The rules of the venue were just as the host had described. Most of the people the host referred to were ninjas owned by wealthy patrons. The winning side could obtain the other side's ninja.
Mirai and the prince sat in a private room, looking at each other. Though neither spoke, the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
"Brother, I'll cheer you up!"
Ye Nan raised her tightly clenched little fist and looked at Mirai with determined eyes, encouraging him.
"As if you need to tell me. I have to fight hard—otherwise, if I die, you won't be able to get away either!"
Mirai looked at Ye Nan cheering him on with amusement and lightly tapped her smooth forehead with a finger.
"Ow, that hurts!"
Ye Nan stuck out her cute little tongue in pain and said, "If you die, I can still go to Mr. Naraku!"
"Damn!"
Mirai glared at Ye Nan, then propped up his