BAM. BAM. BAM.
Robin kept slamming his head into the thick palm tree — one he had reinforced with soul forceso it wouldn't break easily under the sheer force of his frustration. He kept pounding, even after the pain should've convinced him to stop.
"…Is this some kind of ancient ritual?" the blind old man raised an eyebrow, frowning in vague amusement.
"No. I'm just a competitive, masochistic human being," Robin gritted his teeth, voice trembling with emotion. "When I hear about someone better than me… I feel the need to punish myself a little."
He was nearly in tears.
The idea that his opponent was using a master law — not just any, but Causality itself, one of the most terrifying and absolute forces in existence — had been haunting Robin's nights for weeks. And now… it turned out that man had reached the sixth stage in it?
It was too much.
