In one of the upper box seats, a young man with medium-length black hair tied into a messy ponytail was having difficulty breathing.
Worse, he was quite smart and sensible, knowing that it would be better not to scream and let his overwhelming joy out.
The young man held everything in as though his life depended on it.
Poncho could not be happier that he was struck with a moment of madness back then and actually listened to the mysterious SS-ranker, Ascalon.
At the start of the competition yesterday, his life plan was being tested and stressed hard, and there was a good chance of it being annihilated, but with the most impressive of odds.
Now, those odds were only one victory away from working to his favor.
He had two tickets, one was "Omaru-Finalist," and the other was "Omaru-Champion". Just the payout from the first one would tremendously brighten his future. If, somehow, the second did, too…
He would be set for life!
