The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1189 Find a new way
This year's martial arts tournament, which featured many new attempts, also came to an end in an unexpected way.

This competition will likely remain in everyone's memory for a long time, after all, it was the first competition that failed to determine a champion, and also the first competition that failed to end normally.

This might not be a big deal for other players, but it's not good news for Damian.

After all, he went through all that trouble to participate in this competition in order to be able to lead the leaderless Big Foot Gang.

The only way for him, an outsider, to become the leader is to win the martial arts tournament.

Even if the tournament ends in this abnormal way, as long as he doesn't win the championship, he won't be able to gain the recognition of the Bigfoot Ninjas.

Damian had already figured it out: the Bigfoot ninjas were a very conservative group of people. Once they acknowledged you, they would be extremely loyal, but the prerequisite was that you had to gain their approval.

Now that the normal methods are no longer working, we need to think of some crooked ways.

Just as Damian was racking his brains for a way to break the deadlock, a slightly hesitant footstep caught his attention. This was one of the essential lessons for him as an assassin: to always be vigilant.

Damian turned around and saw Ban 23 hesitating to speak.

"what happened?"

Seeing Ban 23's frightened look, Damian took the initiative to ask him.

“Um…” Class 23 scratched his cheek. “I wanted to come over and apologize to you.”

"Sorry?" Damian asked, puzzled. "Why? You recorded me in a video without my permission!"

"It's not a small matter!" Class 23 said seriously for once. "I heard from Yang that you participated in the competition for something very important. You also know that the competition ended early because of me."

Damian paused for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head.

"What does this have to do with you? Do you know something I don't?"

"You know, I had a fight with that arrogant ninja when we first met. If it weren't for that fight, none of what happened afterward would have happened."

“That doesn’t make sense, little classmate.” Damian shook his head. “You are the victim in this matter. Victim blaming isn’t necessarily wrong, but it’s definitely wrong in this situation.”

"If I were in the same situation as you, I think I would make a similar choice."

"Really?" Ban 23 was overjoyed. After learning the whole story, he had been feeling guilty.

After all, this competition was just a trivial matter for him, but it was a big deal for Damian.

Yang Le even told Ban 23 that this matter might change Damian's original life, which made him even more ashamed.

“There might be one difference,” Damian said with a smile. “I might kill that arrogant ninja the first time we meet.”

Upon hearing this, Class 23's smile froze, and after a long silence, he said, "You... are going a bit too far."

"Let's not talk about that now. Don't you want to lead those powerful ninjas? Besides winning the championship, are there any other ways? I can help you."

“It’s Bigfoot,” Damian said helplessly. “The words for hands and feet sound different, how did you manage to get it wrong?”

"Don't worry about the details." Class 23 waved his hand, changing the subject. "Tell me your ideas first. If all else fails, let's go ask Yang for help."

Damian shook his head again and said, "We can't always rely on others, Ben." Damian didn't finish his sentence. In his opinion, he had already received a lot of help from Yang Le, such as his equipment and the sparring from Cassandra.

Although Cassandra and Yang Le are two different people, Damian can consider them as one. After all, their friendship based on fighting twice in the Assassin's Guild is not enough to get the other to train with him for a whole day.

“I have a plan.” Damian stood up. “But I need your help. After all, you yourself said you owe me one, is that alright?”

“Of course,” Ban 23 patted his chest. “I never go back on my word, but what exactly is your plan?”

"You'll find out soon enough," Damian said seriously. In truth, he didn't know whether it would succeed or not, but trying was at least a hundred times better than not trying at all.

...

"Ah~"

The Supreme King sat alone in his room, his heart filled with unspeakable sorrow. His golden mask lay casually on the coffee table, revealing his troubled expression.

Next to the golden mask was a tray containing several red fragments, which could be vaguely seen to have originally been a Banruo mask.

This was the mask of the Supreme Ninja. The Supreme Daimyo was currently fiddling with a fragment in his hand, occasionally stroking it, seemingly lost in thought.

"Knock knock knock."

Just then, a slow, gentle knocking sounded on the door.

"Didn't I say that no one is to disturb me without my orders?"

Even the most virtuous and well-mannered emperor would inevitably show a hint of hostility at this moment. Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a monarch.

"It is us, Lord Daimyo."

The Supreme Name was stunned. He hadn't expected to hear Damian's voice at this moment. After hesitating for a while, he spoke again.

"It's you, come in."

As he spoke, the Supreme Name put the Banruo Mask under the coffee table. He had just finished doing all this when Damian pushed the door open and came in, followed by a somewhat embarrassed Ban23.

"Is there something you two have come for at this hour?" Although the Supreme Lord did not directly show his displeasure, his tone was not as friendly as it had been at the beginning.

However, this attitude was much better than Damian and the other man had expected.

“We’ve come to discuss something with you,” Damian said, emphasizing each word. “It concerns your son.”

Upon hearing Damian's words, the Supreme Name's expression completely changed. The image of an old man from before seemed to be an illusion; what appeared before them now was like a lion in its prime.

"Don't worry, we're not here to discuss how to punish the Supreme Ninja." Damian remained unfazed, treating the Supreme Daimyo's imposing aura as nothing.

"On the contrary, we have come to rescue the Supreme Ninja."

"Ok?"

The Supreme Name's aura faltered, and he looked at the little one not far away in disbelief. He felt that the events of the past few days were even more bizarre than anything he had ever experienced in his life.

(End of this chapter)