"What was that? He couldn't even beat that big lug."
"And we came all this way to watch the match."
Metal Bat's performance might have won over everyone else, but it hadn't won over Tatsumaki.
Seeing her sister pout in frustration, Fubuki hurried to comfort her. "Serizawa did his best. That Darkshine guy is one of the favorites to win the tournament."
"Him? I don't see it. He's just a big lug who relies on brute force," Tatsumaki scoffed.
"Careful your jaw doesn't drop off while you're talking, little girl." Everyone was crowded against the glass wall to watch the match, so someone nearby had heard Tatsumaki. Her remark had irritated a Superalloy Darkshine supporter.
Tatsumaki was about to snap back when Fubuki clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Mmph, mmph, mmmph..."
Tatsumaki tried to say something through Fubuki's hand, her face tight with anger.
Her words were impossible to make out, but there was little doubt they would have been vicious if anyone could understand them.
Tatsumaki's flailing drew sidelong looks from the spectators nearby.
Among them was a strange pair.
A rugged young man with bronze skin carried a fair-skinned Young Girl of striking beauty on his shoulders. Both looked curiously toward Tatsumaki.
The young man appeared to be around twenty. Strange markings covered his face and upper body, lending him a wild air.
The Young Girl on his shoulders looked seventeen or eighteen. Her delicate, rosy-fair skin and sweet, innocent face stood in sharp contrast to his rugged appearance.
The Young Girl was beautiful and had a lovely figure, with long, snow-white legs that drew the eye.
Most captivating of all were the Young Girl's large eyes, clear and lively, their shifting gaze breathtaking.
With Fubuki's hand over her mouth, Tatsumaki couldn't get a word out. She