"O-O-OMARU DISMANTLES SEIGETSU IN A FLASH OF SHARP BRILLIANCE!!" Hostess Nathalie roared to the heavens, her sweet voice tainted with a hint of wild passion.
She could not help it.
She took up the profession of a tournament hostess for the simple reason that she loved duels, especially upsets from dark horses, and Omaru…was the darkest horse Nathalie had ever laid her eyes upon.
Until now, the fact that a mere F-ranker had made it to the second day, much less to the top sixteen, made zero sense.
She was sure that the media and the Neonet would explode after today, and she was part of the history, even the breath of it.
Nathalie could already see Omaru being marketed as an inspirational story.
Perhaps many powers would even support him in the shadows just to sell the impossible dream, encouraging the lower-rankers to not give up too easily, which, in turn, would allow the guilds and corporations to make more money off lowlives.
