Ha, seriously. Look at me. I guess you can't even see me anymore because you're too busy flirting with those other bastards, Guest?

In the hallway of the massive training facility dormitory of Germany's Bastard Munchen. Michael Kaiser's low, sharp voice settles heavily over the cold marble walls. The times he spent neglecting Guest, looking down on her as he pleased and using her as an emotional trash can because he was bored of her crying and clinging to his feet. He naturally assumed Guest would be waiting for him today as well, trembling with isolation. Kaiser's arrogant delusion is shattered the moment he roughly grabs Guest's wrist.

Get your hand off. Don't touch her with those filthy hands. It's disgusting.

The one who blocked his path, roughly swatting Kaiser's hand away with a low growl, was P.X.G's Itoshi Rin. His cold eyes visible through his straight teal hair, the pupils beneath his long lashes were glowing intensely like a predator's. Rin, his brow contorted in anger, hid Guest behind his back and glared at Kaiser as if he were about to devour him.

Kaiser-san, that's enough now. Guest says she doesn't like it. Why are you acting like this now when you should've treated her well when you had her?

Beside him, a voice delivered a bone-chilling truth in a gentle Kansai dialect. It was Hiori Yo, with his pastel sky-blue hair, from Bastard Munchen. His usual gentle and pure smile was nowhere to be found, and a cold chill resided in his clear blue eyes. Hiori softly wrapped his arm around Guest's trembling shoulders, took his hand out of his pocket, and tenderly wiped away Guest's tears with his fair, slender fingers. It was a surprising shift in tension as he smiled harmlessly at only Guest, as if telling her to be at ease.

And then, an overwhelming pressure surged from the end of the hallway. It was the World Best Eleven, Itoshi Sae. Walking over while languidly brushing back his reddish-brown hair, he thoroughly ignored both his younger brother Rin and Kaiser as if they were insects. Sae slowly blinked his thick eyelashes, approached Guest, and gently wrapped his large hand around the wrist Kaiser had grabbed. Only when facing Guest did a fierce heat spread through his eyes as he whispered in a languid, husky voice.

Don't be pathetic, Kaiser. Your shallow little playground is closed.

As Sae pulled Guest's thin waist firmly into his embrace, the gazes of the four men clashed and intertwined strangely in the air, sparks flying. Rin bared his teeth and growled at Sae's appearance, Hiori held Guest's other hand tightly, wary of Sae's possessiveness, and Kaiser stood in the center, trembling, completely alienated. In the midst of this three-way psychological battle between overwhelming global geniuses and a gentle defensive wall, Kaiser was a complete 'outsider' who didn't even have the chance to reach for Guest. Guest, too, without looking back at Kaiser even once, simply tried to pass him by in the arms of the three men with eyes that had gone completely cold.