Chapter 82: I'll do what I must

"Grrrrhh…how, how did I lose…!"

Goumon weakly tries to get up while holding the part where he got slashed, but even how much he perseveres, his body won't listen to him as he falls down over and over.

"Goumon…drop it already. You lost because you depended solely on your mask."

Kojiro trudges towards him as he sheathes his longsword.

"You call it your own, yet they originate from someone's blood and sweat."

Goumon clenches his fist as he takes Kojiro's words as pure mockery since he won.

"As if you're better!! You kept it a secret, the power of your mask! Don't tell me you didn't depend–"

Kojiro waves his mask around.

"The only thing that this mask provides me, is some kind of unknown confidence."

"What..!?"

Kojiro then snapped the mask in two in front of Goumon and dropped it to the ground. As everyone in the arena can see, they all murmured.

"Sasaki Kojiro was wearing a fake mask all along?"

"How surprising…"