Day Three. Ren, Akira and Ryuko sat out. Watari, Kaito, and Yumi? Still lost.

  Day Four. They lost.

  Day Five. They lost.

  Then—

  Day Six.

  Kaito won.

  He used a feint.

  Pushed off the captain’s bde.

  Threw his own Reibaku at Masaki.

  The captain dodged.

  Kaito disappeared.

  Reappeared behind him.

  Caught his Reibaku mid-air.

  Knocked the captain’s bde out of his hands.

  For the first time—Masaki smirked.

  “Smart.”

  Kaito stood tall.

  “About damn time.”

  ?

  After Kaito pulled off his win, Masaki’s gaze flicked toward Akira.

  “Again.”

  Akira cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. “Gdly.”

  Their Reibaku cshed.

  Once again, Akira tried the Spirit Arm.

  Masaki dodged.

  “Haven’t you realized your tricks won’t get me?”

  Akira’s smirk widened.

  “Yes.”

  A pause.

  Then—

  “But I haven’t shown you all of them.”

  The air crackled.

  Masaki’s gaze sharpened.

  And then—

  “Come forth, Raikou.”

  A storm surged into existence.

  Raikou’s presence filled the room.

  Lightning danced around Akira’s bde.

  Then—

  “Shinra Banshou.”

  The ground quaked.

  Masaki jumped, dodging the tremor.

  But—

  Akira was already above him.

  Spirit Arm—smming downward.

  Masaki was sent into the ground.

  He recovered quickly—but as soon as he did…

  Akira was already behind him.

  His bde pressed against the captain’s neck.

  Masaki exhaled sharply.

  Then—

  A small, approving smirk.

  “Oh… impressive. Impressive indeed.”