In the crowd, a hooded Kouta stood with his arms crossed, tapping his right index finger against his left bicep impatiently. It was evident that the demon hunter didn't really want to be here, in fact he hated the Budokai Tournaments, always seeing them as a waste of time. Still, he'd followed up on a lead that claimed there were demons at the Tournament, and so there he was, Kouta watching and waiting to see if any were indeed here to try something. Of course, the sheer noise and number of the crowds was irritating to say the least, as they were so loud he could barely hear himself think.

As time passed and introductions to the fighters were made, Kouta's gaze encircled the audience, rather than staying fixed on the ring or giant monitors like everyone else. The fights didn't interest him in all honesty, as he was here for his own mission. For the longest time, it seemed that nobody in the audience were suspicious or were worth looking into. Just when Kouta was about to give up on this lead and leave, he finally spotted him. A tall, red-skinned figure barged his way through the crowd, and Kouta narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. Yep, that was a demon if ever he saw one. But what was it doing here? Whatever their goal, it probably wasn't good. But should Kouta strike now? Doing so would disrupt the Tournament, and while he himself didn't really care, there were those who did care, and it would be best not to piss off a stadium full of people on top of the 16 fighters who were participating. [i]Guess it'll have to wait. You got lucky this time, Demon.[/i]

Still, that didn't stop Kouta from staring intensely at the demonic being, determined to watch his every move and strike the very instant the creature presented itself as a threat. As if on cue, a human standing near it provoked the demon's attention and was sent flying by a gust of energy for his troubles. Thankfully, he was knocked in Kouta's general direction, who managed to catch the guy and put him down gently on the ground so he wasn't hurt. He fought the urge to launch an attack, knowing that now was a terrible time to be picking fights, "Grr... if it weren't for all the people I could just kill the damn thing and be done with it. Stupid tournament..." he muttered to himself, but all the while kept a steely gaze of distrust fixed squarely on the demonic figure. There was no way he was letting that... thing... out of his sight.