The shallow crater in the corner of the court would be no deterrent. Misaki had known well in advance the dangers of entering into a competition where, to some participants, they may be nothing more than ants, but long tired was she of feeling it typical to feel so insignificant and unnecessary stemming from a lack of something to make her mark. She had been stern in warning Tokoha that they were walking into no ordinary tournament whilst recruiting the younger girl; this was no Cardfight tournament. This was war.
Might it have been fortunate they were against people she, from prior experience at least, were of the same calibre. Perhaps out of pity, in which case, she had her grievances, but couldnât say she didnât expect such a play.
âWouldnât you say theyâre looking to clear out the small fry before someone winds up dead on the court? Pretty cold if you ask me,â she quipped, setting eyes on the older man across the net with a devious smirk. âTry not to pull somethingâ.
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