Human Cruelty

"Aaaaand the winner is… R'ai!"

Once again, the crowd's booming noise reverberated across the hall as Rey finished off his opponent with a single strike.

His blade still warbled with bright blue as energy and smooth smoke rose from it. He held the weapon like an expert, and instantly sheathed it once he was done with his opponent. The instant the blade entered the sheath, both items vanished.

"Huu…" Steam proceeded out of his lips as he sighed. 

A nonchalant gaze fell on the loser of the match—a senior in the Third Stage—who was now unconscious and foaming in the mouth.

'That was a little difficult…' Rey wasn't referring to the match itself, but rather him holding back. 

A little more power and he would have caused more damage than intended.

'Adjusting how much output I have is such a bother. Reminds me of my time as Jet, but back then I wasn't this strong.' 

Rey shrugged all his thoughts aside and left the stage.