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  Part- 333:

  Robin gave a short nod. “Yes. He’s different. And that makes him either a threat—or an opportunity.”

  Kibria’s griurned, but it was colder now, more dangerous. “You thinking of pulling him into your little circle, Robin? Or are you pnning to crush him before he gets too big?”

  Robin didn’t answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on James, who sat on the bench, deep in versation with his coach. There was something about James’s demeanor—something that told Robin the boy wasn’t just focused on winning matches. No, there was a deeper drive beh the surface, a huhat could either make him unstoppable or destroy him entirely.

  “I haven’t decided yet,” Robin said at st, his voice quiet but firm. “But I’ll keep watg. People like him... they always reveal their true nature sooner or ter.”

  Kibria chuckled, leaning forward in his seat with a predatleam in his eyes. “I hope it’s sooner. I’d hate to get bored waiting around.”

  Robin shot him a look, half annoyed, half resigned. “You won’t have to wait long. Someone like James... he won’t stay in the shadows for long.”

  Kibria smirked, satisfied with the answer. “Good.” He cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp and deliberate. “Because wheime es, I want to see what he’s really made of. And if he’s as tough as you think...” Kibria’s grin widened. “...I might just have to challenge him myself.”

  Robin sighed but didn’t bother tue. There was no stopping Kibria whe his mind on something. But for now, the Western Emperor was tent to remain iands, watg the game unfold from a distance.

  As the match below tinued, Robin’s gaze remained fixed on James Khan. He khat whatever path James chose—whether he rose to greatness or fell to ruin—it would ripple through everything around him. And Robin inteo be there when it happened.

  After all, it wasn’t every day someone as promising as James Khan came along. And Robin wasn’t the type to let su opportunity slip by.

  Back to the pavilion as they have won their Quarterfinals they were discussing about their match.

  “Man, that was brutal!” Ryan ughed, spping James on the shoulder. “I almost felt bad for that guy... *almost.*”

  Abbas chuckled as he gave James a friendly shove. “You threw him like a sack of potatoes, bro! That was insane!”

  Even Tisha, known for his stoic demeanave a rare nod of approval. “Good throw,” she muttered. ing from him, that was a big pliment—perhaps the biggest praise anyone could expect from Tisha.

  James shrugged, trying to py it cool, though a small smile tugged at the ers of his lips. “It was nothing,” he said casually, though deep down, he leased with how smoothly the match had gone.

  Coach Gin soon approached with a satisfied look. “Solid performance, you all,” he said with a nod. “But don’t get too fortable. This was just the beginning—we’ve got a long way to go.”

  Everyone nodded, knowing the coach was right. The tour was far from over. Winning the Quarterfinals match was only the start of a longer and tougher road.