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At this moment—
On the eastern side of the viewing platform, in an inconspicuous corner, a tall young man sat shoulder to shoulder with a short and ugly middle-aged man.
"... Lord Rakshasa." The short and ugly middle-aged man looked up at the darkening sky, "It's getting late, we should probably head back."
The tall young man, Rakshasa, seemed to ignore the suggestion of the short and ugly middle-aged man.
With a faint smile on his face, he looked into the distance at the now empty competition grounds and murmured to himself:
"I originally just wanted to see what the Marquis of Aizu, Matsudaira Yoshihiko, looks like."
"I didn't expect... to have an unexpected delight in what I thought would be a rather boring competition."
"The speed at which that Tachibana Aoto is improving really exceeded my expectations."
"What a terrifying talent."
"In terms of talent... probably only Lord Ōtakemaru in our entire Law Punishment Faction can surely surpass Tachibana Aoto."
