"…"
Roy sat cross-legged on his team's bench, his eyes closed, and his ears deafened from the outside world.
He was drifting into his own world where he was the strongest and most famous person in existence.
A small smile played on his lips.
At that moment, his dreams shattered as someone grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him awake from his daydream.
"What is it?"
Roy asked in frustration.
"Wake up, Roy. Your turn is soon."
The coach said with a heavy expression.
"Already?"
Roy frowned and opened his eyes.
He looked towards the ring and saw Harit shedding blood. There was nothing he could do except block, and block, and block until the onslaught was over.
Julian buried his fist deep into his stomach, making him hunch over in pain, and then another punch sent him flying.
With no one catching him, Harit flew out of the ring, landing hard on the cold, concrete floor.
Whistle~
"The fight is over!"
It was a short fight.
"Shit…"
