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"Are you crazy?!" When Justin heard that, he screamed. He looks at Twix, who has taken a pole from the Clan HQ.

"You're joking, right?"

Twix's wrist is grabbed by him. The man nods and touches his hand.

"It's a rule handed down from generation to generation.We will have a life-or-death battle for the position of the future leader. It is done to gain the trust of a clan member. If it's too much, it can lead to death," Ouran says.

"You know you can pretend to lose, right?" Twix whispers to Justin. The man simply laughs.

"Yeah... and end up dead, just like that," he says as he ties his silver hair back.

Everyone moves aside, giving a huge space for both contenders. Ouran struts in the middle of the open space. He begins his ritual before the match.

"No... I won't let you go!"

"I need to... For my freedom. I'll promise to try harder not to die. Don't you worry about it.." says Twix.