THIRD SELECTION – CENTRAL ROOM
The tension in the air was suffocating. Every player stood gathered in the dimly lit room, their eyes locked on the massive countdown displayed on the monitor.
Eleven names—only eleven—would be chosen. Everyone knew what was coming, but the weight of the moment still pressed down on their chests like a vice.
Igarashi shifted nervously, glancing around. “Everyone’s here… except Shidou.” His voice was barely above a whisper, like he was scared speaking too loudly would somehow make things worse.
Raichi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Tch. He’s probably still locked up in the punishment room. Serves him right, psycho bastard.”
Tokimitsu swallowed hard, eyes flickering between his teammates and the countdown, his hands clenched into sweaty fists. “It’s… it’s almost time…” His voice trembled, anxiety clawing at his throat.
Aryu gave a slow, elegant nod, his silky hair barely shifting with the motion. “Indeed,” he murmured, the usual dramatic flair in his voice somewhat dimmed by the thick atmosphere.
Isagi took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the ticking numbers. This is it… His heartbeat pounded in his ears. It felt like time had slowed down, like the universe itself was holding its breath for what came next.
And then—
The doors swung open.
A wave of silence crashed over the room.
Steady, calculated footsteps echoed against the cold floor, cutting through the tension like a knife.
The players instinctively turned toward the entrance, eyes widening, bodies stiffening.
The figure stepped into the room, tall and imposing, dressed in all black like a shadow creeping through the space. His hands were shoved casually into his pockets, his movements unhurried, like he owned the place—because, in a way, he did.
The moment his voice rang out, the weight of it settled into their bones.
“Good work out there, you unpolished gems…”
A chill shot down spines.
That voice. That smug, detached tone laced with an almost sadistic amusement.
There was only one person it could belong to.
The man took a few more steps forward, his unreadable gaze sweeping over the group, analyzing, dissecting, breaking them down before they could even react.
“I believe this makes it the second time that we’re meeting directly…?”
A smirk played on his lips, but there was no warmth in it. Only cold calculation.
“Greetings.”
Silence. Not a single breath was taken.
That person was...Jinpachi Ego.
The room was dead silent. Every player's gaze was locked onto the figure standing before them, their minds struggling to process what they were seeing.
Igarashi blinked rapidly, his jaw practically unhinged as he pointed a shaky finger forward.
“Wait, hold up… is that… the real Ego?”
Bachira’s golden eyes sparkled with intrigue as he grinned.
“Yup! The real deal.”
Ego, unfazed by the reactions, simply adjusted his glasses, the reflection momentarily obscuring his eyes. Then, with that familiar cold detachment, he spoke—
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