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"Do we get to pick our partners?!" Shuu repeated with a bellowing laugh. "Even better! I've picked them for you! Now, Hajime-chan you'll be with Isabella, and Sume-san will be with-"

"A... a tournament? Are you crazy?!" 

Shuu waited patiently for Mishi to finish her thought. "Au contraire, my dear Mish. I think your skills are perfect for this tournament. It will not only be a test of strength, power, and will, but also wit. That is why you and Ata-chan are exactly what our team needs." As he pulled a folded paper from his seemingly bottomless back pocket, Sume-san jumped towards him in excitement, then fainted. "Ver-chan! You poisoned our Sume-saaaaan!" Shuu called out in anguish, as he took the creature's lifeless body into his arms. His eyes looked this way and that, but the inventor had disappeared. 

Shuu didn't notice him come out from his hiding, before dropping onto his knees and sobbing. All sorts of bodily fluids were running down his face. "Su-Su-Sume-san!" he cried. "He was such a young s-soul! Well, not really. He was k-kinda old, but... I don't have a single black outfit in my closet! Sume-san! We knew you well." He wiped his snot on his sleeve then looked up at the others. "I think we're going to have to have a funeral before the tournament."