At Klaus's words, neither Anthony nor Aaaninja rushed toward each other like mortal enemies. No, both of them simply stood there in silence, staring at each other with vastly different expressions. Anthony wore the same small, confident smile that seemed as though it would never leave his face, a calm certainty radiating from him as if the outcome of this confrontation had already been decided long ago.
Aaaninja's expression, on the other hand, was completely different. Apathetic. Expressionless. Almost empty. He slowly closed his eyes for a brief moment, inhaling quietly before opening them again. He had been waiting for this moment for three whole years. Three years of endless training, three years of constant reflection, three years of replaying that single defeat in his mind over and over again.
He had thought about it. He had dreamt about it. He had trained for it. And now… it was finally here.
