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“Before you start, guys...” Craig raises his voice among the crowd and wobbles his way to the table. He goes past everyone to the whiteboard that shows the groups. He wipes them off and starts writing something while checking his notes every now and then. “I asked everyone who they think is going to win this competition for fun, and these are the results. Good luck, everyone!”
Just like the Commentary table said before, you’re the favorite to win, the target on your back grows as you’re the man to beat.
“How incredibly short-sighted of you lot! You should be ashamed! This kid’s entire run is based on pure luck, but the tank is about to run out of fuel, and true talent will rise again!” Gerard gets annoyed at the crowd’s lack of faith in him.
“That’s sweet! Thank you for backing me up, pal!” Uwikar smiles at Rooke’s Hostage. They have a bond that will never break. “The Hurricane will blow away the competition!”
“You guys can’t stop throwing coal onto the fire, huh? You’re a fun bunch.” Gonzales smiles from ear to ear. He feels at home with petty criminals, scummy losers, and men with questionable morals! You can’t disagree, they make it easy to ignore their supposed defects.
“The only fire they ignited is the one for competition. I’ll conquer…. <span class="mu-s">THE THRONE</span>.” Victorious Calamity takes two horns from his pockets and places them back onto his helmet. He’s going to play as seriously as he can.
“……….” You’re extremely sad because Dr. Calamity didn’t vote for you. You can’t blame him, his nephew is here and… You need to stop thinking about this and crush Victorious Calamity like he’s his car collection. “Do your best, everyone…”
