Aurora Blaine felt this wasn't right. "I had you enter the KO match because you'd been messing around before, so I wanted to use this to make you take things seriously. Now you're not the person I'm looking for. I want to spar with Maverick Knight; there'll be plenty of chances later. For today's match, just play freely. You're WD, at least—if they catch on that you're a substitute, you'll lose all face."
"Touching. Thinking of me, huh." Flynn Knight raised an eyebrow.
"I originally thought you were deliberately suppressing me by two seconds to humiliate me." Tyler Wood still hadn't recovered from the news.
Like a bolt of thunder!
So Maverick Knight is the one Aurora Blaine came for.
In the first KO tournament, Flynn Knight really had only been two seconds faster than him.
"Would I need to? I never sandbag in competition," Flynn Knight said.
"Who told you to act like such a slacker, it totally kills your credibility." Aurora Blaine snarked.
