After the end of Yasoke's fight, he is carried on a stretcher to the doctor.
— Man, that guy really fought! He took a beating the entire match and still managed to win? This kid is lucky! — one of the men in the crowd says next to Yuji, who overhears it and replies angrily:
— Lucky my foot! That was strategy!
The other man promptly retorts:
— Taking a beating like a lady of the night? Is that what you call strategy?!
Even more enraged, Yuji answers the man:
— In that situation, there was no other way! Couldn't you tell?!
Yuji stands there glaring at the man in the bleachers, with a palpable tension that someone is going to get hurt, and it certainly won't be Yuji.
Yasoke is dreaming. He is in the same village, but this time it isn't on fire, there are no corpses, and no large pools of blood.
However, everything looked like a painting; the landscape was expressed with a strong black ink, the sky had clouds sharply defined by the brushstrokes, and everything around resembled ancient rice paper. The mysterious samurai was sitting at a table looking down, until he notices the young man's presence.
— Hello, Yasoke. Are you sleeping again? — the samurai stares at him with a smile, his eyes wide open, his pupils glowing with a vibrant purple color.
— How do you know my name? And what a beautiful landscape! — as Yasoke moves, he leaves a vivid yellow trail behind, his eyes shining a bright, lively yellow.
— You liked the landscape, didn't you? But I know your name because it's in your consciousness and at the root of your soul; you can know everything in your dreams!
The samurai picks up a wine glass, his movements leaving a purple trail, and offers the wine to the youth. The liquid inside the vessel is an intensely vivid color.
— I don't drink. But what is the reason for this landscape? — he sits down, facing the samurai, who complies with the boy's refusal, takes the wine glass back for himself, and cracks a smile.
— I hate the appearance of the real world—it is rotten and disgusting! I don't like looking at reality; it portrays utter crudeness!
He stands up, unsheathes his katana, and slashes through the air, a very vivid purple trail following the blade.
— Look how beautiful it is! — the samurai beams with joy, sheathes his sword, sits back down, and takes a deep breath, awaiting the boy's reaction.
— In that case, when you devastated my village, did you manage to find beauty in that?!
And the samurai quickly retorts:
— Do you remember how my eyes looked?
Yasoke receives the question and tries to remember; that man's eyes were wide open.
— They were wide open!
And the samurai explains:
— Then I was filled with hatred! I hate leaving them open, but the extermination of your village was intentional—they were spiritually strong!
The samurai begins to stare intently at the youth, and the environment turns completely dark.
— And that's why we're talking. Your survival was a complete professional failure on my part. And let me tell you something: I never laughed or chuckled during that massacre; I was silent. I am only playful inside your mind!
He smiles, stands up, and unsheathes his katana once more.
— Unfortunately, I am going to disconnect from you!
Yasoke finds it strange and steps back, and the samurai adds:
— While we are talking, I am locked up in a maximum-security prison in Hellworld 2, in Stormair. Goodbye, Yasoke!
Everything around Yasoke begins to turn purple, pulling him close to the samurai, who stares at the youth as the purple and yellow colors merge, and everything goes white.
On the arena hospital bed, he wakes up with a start. The young man looks around and realizes the world is back to normal.
— Well, young man, you are fully healed!
Yasoke completely ignores the doctor, gets off the hospital bed, and dashes outside—surely making the doctor want to resign.
The young man in slippers wonders why he didn't ask the samurai how the spiritual realm worked, but he brushes it off and walks to the outskirts of the arena, where he spots Yuji talking to Henrique.
— So, what's the reason for you talking to me, you nerd? — Yuji exclaims, and Henrique's reply comes:
— Look, I can say that I'm talking to you because I was ordered to.
Yuji doesn't understand a thing, and Yasoke arrives right at that moment.
— Hey, Yuji! I didn't know you knew Henrique.
The macogo master responds:
— And I don't! In fact, I don't even know why he started a conversation with me.
And Henrique explains:
— In that case, I saw that you were talking to my master and came over to chat!
Yuji and Yasoke grow suspicious, and a black shadow appears behind both of them.
— I asked Henrique Loss to participate in this tournament just to evaluate the boys, and I didn't warn you beforehand so as not to ruin the surprise!
The two are shocked and a bit irritated.
— Fine, but this scoundrel almost blinded me, and besides, I don't even know you, you old shadow man! — Yasoke replies irately, and Roko appears as a shadow next to the young man with glasses.
— Indeed, excuse me for not introducing myself — Roko appears, an old man in a suit with a completely non-intimidating appearance and wearing an iconic black fedora hat.
— I saw you and your friend enter Lutheking, and I even supervised you until you entered this tournament.
Yasoke is startled at first, but brushes it off very quickly.
— And about Henrique, he is a student of mine in political activities, and him giving you a beating was indeed impressive.
And Yasoke responds quickly:
— But I beat him, so I'm stronger!
And the young man with glasses says:
— You won while getting thrashed, so it doesn't change the meaning of the phrase. You were still battered!
And Yasoke goes quiet.
And at that moment, the announcer calls everyone; he is going to announce the next fights that will take place, drawing the names.
— In block 1, Jhony and Araújo Costa will fight!
When the announcer speaks, Araújo glares at Jhony and slashes his finger across his own throat, symbolizing that he is dead, and the young redhead gulps in pure tension.
— In block 2, Zulmy Zegri and Yasoke will fight!
On this side, the youth in slippers flashes the exact same threatening gesture that Araújo gave to Jhony, but Zulmy's reaction was to stare at the boy with a look of judgment so profound it felt like the offense targeted Yasoke's entire family tree.
The young man in the tank top feels pressured and casts his eyes downward.