The bow of the ship bore the words 'Fatal', scrawled carelessly but exuding a fierce aura.
Some of the mere staff, upon seeing this, couldn't help but repeatedly retreat, with some even falling to the ground.
Due to the sound of the steam whistle, the contestants coming out from the various temporary 'player rooms' had also turned serious.
As people of the 'Inside World', they understood the meaning of these two words even better.
"If we continue to spill fresh blood...perhaps a monster will be born?"
"It should be said, it's already a half-monster."
"Just by words alone, it wouldn't have such a presence."
"Is the person hosting 'King of Fighters – The Boxing Competition' using the blood of contestants to cultivate his own Shikigami?"
"Heh, Shikigami? You've got guts to say that."
"It's just recycling waste at most."
"We're all going to die, why not let someone make use of it?"
