Kyle looked at the screen, turned away, and said, "I guess I wasn't cut out for this." Then, he turned to Glacier, covering his eyes, and exclaimed, "Come this far?!? I only made it to the second round! If this is how it's going to be, then I've got to forget being a coordinator!" He sprinted away from the stage, disappointed in himself, and left the building, and went to the ports near the Battle Royale Dome. "I would like a ferry to Poni Island," he said. He was done with Contests. He was done with all of it! He needed to find his father and do whatever it took to stop him, because that was all he could do. He let a note for the others, telling them where he was headed and what he was doing. He needed to stop Guzma, he needed to get stronger. There was no hope for him as a coordinator, but there was as a battler. Secretly, he hoped one of his friends would follow him, but they had thing to do on their own. This was a drastic thing he was going to do, but if he became stronger through this, then it was worth it!