Then a voice said, “ I try? ” The crowd parted and everyoared at Hiro.
Yama''s eyes narrowed. “What''s your name, little boy? ”
“It''s Hiro. Hiro Hamada.”
T e four-hundred pound man folded his thick arms over his chest. “Go home, Zero. Bot-f ghting isn''t for little boys with toy robots. You have to pay to play.”
“Is this enough? ” Hiro asked, holding up a wad of bills. Yama smiled and placed Little Yama ba the ring.
Hiro held up a small, unimpressive twelve-inch robot. He tried to em fident. He''d learned a long time ago that when you bot-fought in this part of town, you never let them e your fear.
Hiro put Megabot down into the ring. Immediately, the tiny robot toppled over. Yama couldn''t hide his smirk as he sat on his mat. Hiro also sat down, his mat across the ring from Yama''s. T e bettors went crazy. Piles of cash grew higher and higher.
The referee stepped up and lowered an open umbrella betweewo. “Two bots enter! O leaves! ” she shouted. “Fighters ready?Fight! ”
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