Yohan smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"Guess you haven't looked at the scoreboard. It's four to one. You should've stayed hiding in your cave, would've saved you from the humiliation I'm about to hand you. Today… I'll end your career right here, before it even begins."
Kurogami's fists clenched tight at his sides, his calm composure shifting into something fiercer, and then came his voice, low and sharp.
"Have you forgotten who I am?"
For the first time, Yohan's smirk faltered, his eyes getting wide, clearly caught off guard by the intensity in Kurogami's tone.
In one slow, deliberate motion, Kurogami turned his head, looking back at Yohan over his shoulder, with his eyes, slightly red, burning with fierce intensity.
Yohan's breath hitched, the shock in his eyes deepening, a slight nervousness now breaking through his arrogance.
Keeping that stare locked on him, Kurogami spoke again, low, steady, and deadly.
