Declaration of War Part I

“This corndog thing actually tastes pretty good. I didn’t expect food in Japan’s arena to be like this. If only they sell beers too. Do you know? We could’ve been drinking while cheering were we in Europe or America.”

That jovial tone belonged to none other than Ace, who was particularly cheerful today, as he headed toward the special seating area with food in his hands. Hanging around his neck was an identification card of a special agent that enabled him to enter any AOS competition venue.

Behind him was another tall figure of a man, following closely. Although he was also holding a corn dog stick as well, both his expression and eyes didn’t indicate much excitement, unlike his companion.

“So the urgent business you wanted me to come with…is the business of cheering for your own team?”

Joke asked gruffly, and Ace turned around to look at him curiously.

“Uhm…Uhf-orh-it-if.”

“Please make sure to finish chewing before speaking. Thank you.”