Shu was feeling a little bit uncomfortable with all this shouting Ricken was doing, especially when he was supposed to be having fun. He didn’t like feeling guilty for nothing that was his fault, he did wish he would stop with it as he continued to egg on Takeshi. He wondered if Aito was affected by it, but then again he wasn’t that much Saiyan in him and was more Human. It was probably like making fun of his foot or something which was hardly a big deal or even relevant to who he was as a person. This was definitely pretty uncomfortable to watch, he couldn’t help but wonder how the crowd was feeling too. It was certainly easier to see the people in the crowd, there wasn’t a bright light shining on them so the darkness certainly helped his focus. There was a lot of silence in some areas, but that silence was because they were either interested in the fight or were hoping they weren’t going to get hit by something Ricken threw around. Probably a good reason why Ki was not to be used in this place, it would hit a whole lot of people.

Trying to remain pretty positive looking he rubbed his hands together and tried to watch the blurry masses jumping around and blur together sometimes as Takeshi and Ricken got close together in a wrestle. It wasn’t making him feel sick, but it was certainly hard to watch and making him feel rather tired. He wanted to look elsewhere but if he did he would look either disinterested or distressed which would make their opinions of him even worse. Watching as the blurry couple started to move off in a different direction he squeaked a little when it looked like one of them had received a ring out, squinting his eyes to try and see who it was. Gasping when the announcer said it was Takeshi he looked to Aito and Sasha quickly, watching as she decided to get up to go see to her brother. Frowning a little, he looked to the sharpening blur that was Takeshi who decided to head on over to the bench, simply watching him as he decided to sit beside him. Frowning a little, he pressed his fingers together as he tried to think up something to say, eventually looking to Takeshi when he decided to take the lead in the discussion. Feeling a little worried that he thought he was fragile he raised his shoulders, trying to hide his slump. “Oooh! Still want to fight! Still good! Just dizzy and a little blur, but all good! No feel sick or really tired, just a little sore”, he spoke quickly, rubbing his head, “It not a big problem, I mean…feel okay to fight, should be able to fight, yes? It only chance!”