The Delivered Invitation Part I

“Damn it, how many people can there even be?” a frustrated voice muttered, while the speaker threw a handful of popcorn into his mouth and chewed noisily, looking visibly annoyed.

“It can’t be helped. It’s a game where those two are competing together. It’s no surprise it’s drawing this much attention,” another voice replied, sitting with his legs crossed, exuding an air of calm.

“Ugh! Just a bunch of bandwagoners. Seeing all these weaklings gather like this is irritating as hell.”

As he grumbled, the man threw another piece of popcorn into his mouth, chewing angrily. Especially when the image projected midair showed the faces of the summoners about to compete today—it made his irritation spike even more.

“Just looking at that face makes my hands itch... Damn four-eyed freak.”

“Stop it. You know we’re both still on probation, Hibiki. If you cause a scene in this AOS-sanctioned tournament, where the judges are monitoring everything closely, we’re doomed.”