The Truth Of Otherworlders

Bubble had the top of his head peeking up from the edge of the arena. There had been a couple of moments where he had to quickly move out of the way for fear he might be struck down by a few stray strikes, but he had managed to never quite get hit.

Sometimes his predictions were completely wrong, and he had changed position for no reason. What was amazing was that no one had spotted him yet, but he imagined in an area like this with so many strong warriors, he wasn't appearing on their radar because he was just like a bug.

'I don't mind being a bug right now,' Bubble thought as he continued to peek. 'It's good, I am going to be the public's eyes. I have to report all of this… but whenever I see such things, how am I meant to even report them in the first place!'

Bubble already remembered some of the backlash from his reports about the Dark Magus and the Crimson Crane going against the Behemoth Clan.