"I am feeling the excitement, I can't wait... Up next is, Hitachi and Honky!!" Davy yelled, his charismatic voice echoing across the sweeping architectures of the arena. Almost instantly, a heavy, suffocating silence descended.
Hitachi, the proud, enigmatic young master of the legendary Azul clan, and its last living survivor—who in the three high empires doesn't know of him? His bloodline carried the catastrophic weight of a slaughtered lineage, making him a figure of both immense tragedy and absolute terror.
The millions in the stands watched with bated breath as Hitachi stepped forward, his boots clicking cleanly against the restored stone before he took his place at the center of the Arena. He stood there with absolute, aristocratic poise, silently hugging his sheathed sword to his chest, his eyes closed as he waited.
Everyone simultaneously turned their heads toward the Sword Academy's pavilion, and blinked in collective surprise.
