"Let the battle begin!!!"
The announcer's voice echoed throughout the arena as the crowd erupted into wild cheers.
Meanwhile, Keith finally stood before the one person he had always wanted to defeat.
He remembered their first encounter...
The fear he had felt back then.
He had been so weak, like nothing more than a fish before a butcher, his life and death entirely in the butcher's hands.
After that, they had met many more times, but never inside the arena.
During most of those encounters, Keith had always felt insignificant before him.
But now...
He stood before that same man with a grin on his face.
Seeing this, the Reaper, his hood still covering his face, spoke first.
"The Devil..."
"We finally meet in the arena."
Keith chuckled.
"It was bound to happen sooner or later."
"Good... good," the Reaper replied with a smile.
"Then let me see the limits of the one ranked second before I defeat you."
The Reaper spoke calmly.
