Ryoma's thoughts churn. Leo's words leave no doubt that Kirizume is indeed scheming something to break him. But what? This is the Rookie Tournament, officially sanctioned and organized under strict rules.
Even if Kirizume handpicked three fighters to target him, there's no certainty Ryoma will even face them. It's a bracket system where some participants will be eliminated early. A scheme like that relies on too many variables.
Before he can untangle it further, Kirizume's voice cuts sharp from the sedan.
"Hey, boy! We're leaving!"
Leo looks behind, and then turns back to Ryoma. He struts backward, keeps his body facing Ryoma, smirk never leaving his face.
"Just pray someone else knocks you out in the first round," he says, swagger in every word. "Because if it's me… I'll make sure the whole world sees your humiliation."
Only after finishing the line does he turn his back and stroll toward Kirizume's car.
