Kenichi Sora's self-talk left the Crocodile across the ring bewildered.
He was holding back a stomach full of anger at the back of the ring, already crafting several sets of sufficiently brutal finishing moves in his mind.
There were only a few seconds left on the countdown.
Sora appeared quite relaxed.
He seemed "evolved," and the complex contradictions belonging to humans melded well with the data essence.
John didn't know what a completely digital soul should look like, but Sora now seemed real enough and hadn't lost any core abilities.
"Hmm..."
Sora had to make a sound when he was thinking, which seemed a bit amusing with an adult's body.
He snapped his fingers.
"I still need to do some..."
[...necessary adjustments.]
Sora raised his head, like a patient recovering from a severe illness, who hadn't basked in the sunlight for a long time.
He squinted his eyes in enjoyment.
With his visual system limited, his hearing was amplified.
