"Match over! The winner is Biscuit!"
"Biscuit, are you okay?" Ives rushed to the arena, worried for her safety.
"I-I'm fine, ugh..." Biscuit nodded as she said in a slightly hoarse voice. Turning to her opponent, she looked at him in confusion.
That confusion can be seen from Ives, too. Staring at him, he frowned. "You clearly had the upper hand in this match. Why did you give up?" He asked in a fierce tone. Was it because Biscuit was a girl? Or was it because he considered the Hunter Exam a mere game?
"Why? Hmm, maybe because I like her?" The mustache man said after a moment of silence.
"Huh?" Let alone Ives, even Biscuit herself was surprised. This old man liked Biscuit?
"Hahaha, it's not like that. What I mean is that I like her tenacity and skill." The man chuckled. Taking something out of his pocket, he handed it to them: "My business card. Come find me if you're interested." After saying that, he jumped out of the arena.
Although he was superior in skill and physical strength and undoubtedly capable of winning this match, he gave up because he saw an unpolished diamond in her.
As a dojo owner, he had trained countless students; perhaps she was the brightest student he had ever met. Whether the girl accepted his offer or not did not matter to him. He was already happy to meet such a genius, and it could be said that he indirectly taught her during the match.
Giving up in this match doesn't mean he failed; there is still a chance he will qualify with the Losers Bracket later.
Back to Ives.
Receiving the business card, Ives, curious, read it. There was a name written on it: Botobai Monstruo.
"Batobai Monstruo? Wait, isn't this name..." Ives paused and searched his memory. This name sounded so familiar, but who?
'Wait, isn't Batobai the name of the Triple-Star Terrorist Hunter representing the Dragon Zodiac?!' He was shocked, but then he remembered that the person should be called Batobai Gigante, not Botobai Monstruo, and Gigante was still a child this year.
Then, is this old man related to him? Could he be his father? Their mustaches and eyebrows are precisely the same, and their facial features are not too different either...
"Biscuit, take a rest. You've done your best. Now it's my turn. Wait, I'll win this match." After carrying Biscuit out, Ives turned back to the arena. There, he looked at his opponent, already waiting.
"Ives, be careful and make sure to come victorious!" Biscuit encouraged while raising her tiny fists in the air.
"I will." He glanced at the cute girl with a confident smile.
Stepping onto the stage with steady steps, he approached his opponent in the center of the arena.
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