spike stood stretching on one side of the ring but looked puzzled as he stared at azuma and finally asked.
''hey whats in the sack on your back kid''
azuma smiled ''just some tools for baking''
a voice shouted from the stands ''AZUMA, BAKING IS YOUR SPECIALTY THIS GUY IS NOTHING'' a rather calm voice replied. ''kawachi, this is not a baking competition, this is a fighting competition'' ''WHAT WAS THAT, AZUMA THIS IS FIGHTING NOT BAKING''
azuma suddenly got a panicked face, ''fighting, i don't want to fight''
spike sighed and said ''well you could just forfeit and make my job easier''
azuma's face turned serious at this statement ''no, i can still win, WITH MY SECRET WEAPON'' azuma walked over to the conviently placed table and oven and emptied his supplys.
spike rushed towards the table and azuma began working but saw spike coming and ran. azuma constantly ran by the table and did a little as he passed.
''manager hes doomed isn't he''