Ash Black Feather

"Don't be like that, let's make these matches more interesting." The master spoke with a wild smile that became even more frightening on his face, sending shivers through the surrounding beastmen.

"I cover all bets, no, I'll do better. I'll bet my personal weapon on Ash to win." He spoke, touching the katana at his waist. It was his personal weapon and was definitely worth more than the crap others were betting on, making them frown deeply.

Now, they would be forced to raise their stakes to match the clan master, or they would be seen as cowards who wouldn't keep their word. Until a few seconds ago, they were bragging about how certain victory was and all the beastmen around heard everything they said, so retreating was not an option.