What Fuchsia said didn't add up. The hosts of an invitation-only tournament held in a dream dimension hadn't accounted for latecomers, yet still allowed two people, who were both [i]equally[/i] late, interrupt the flow of the contest, and yet they they gave all of the information to only one member of this alleged team? Furthermore, if there were [i]two[/i] latecomers, and [i]two[/i] contestants without opponents, why change the 1v1 format to 2v2? Hosting two separate matches and simply dropping the latecomers into the vacant slots in the already dreamed-up arenas would have made far more sense. Plus, the scent of death that the demon exuded didn't exactly give him a trustworthy ethos. Tomaru wasn't buying it; if the rules had changed, Skallagrim would have said something. But, Fuchsia didn't need to know that...

"Oh, you don't say?" Tomaru said in an awestruck tone, and then shifted to a new stance. He crossed his arms in a relaxed fashion and leaned backwards, balancing himself on his tail. His toes were off the ground, but his heels were still planted quite firmly. To those unfamiliar with the Usagi stance, it looked like Tomaru was genuinely relaxed, but he was actually still perfectly balanced and from this position he was quite ready to spring in any direction should the demon standing across from him decide to do anything... well, demonic. "My name's Tomaru," he continued in a conversational tone as he channeled Ki into his right arm, "and I'm sure glad you're on my side. That club of yours is really scary." Mental battles were often just as fun as physical ones, providing one had a good opponent. He wondered how far his opponent was willing to take the ruse. "Hey, do you think we're allowed to set up traps before they get here? That would give us a huge advantage!" With that, Tomaru had effectively bet on every possible outcome: he was ready for the very likely scenario that this was a ruse, but he was also prepared for the non-zero-probability event that another team was indeed coming.