"Thanks, Kiro," Akita said, appreciating the younger boy's words of inspiration.

"Did you guys hear that?" Ally asked, putting her hand to her ear, "Kiro, you can't compete, they said no ugly people allowed to fight."  She chuckled at her own joke and pulled a number out of the basket.  "139... not bad, not bad, doesn't seem like that great of a number, but it'll do."  To be completely honest, she didn't know what could count as a "good" number versus a "bad," but it was fun to say nonetheless.  "What about you, Akita?"

Akita shoved through the crowds of fighters to get her number.  "83.  Anyone here could be my opponent..."  Then she thought about the other two's numbers, "Well, anyone besides you too."  She was happy that she wouldn't have to go against her companions and hoped she would get to see them compete after preliminaries.

Samu ripped one of the numbers from the basket, spilling a couple on the floor.  "Oops."  He was glad that Master Shen didn't see him mess up like that.  "Eno!" he said excitedly, tail wagging uncontrollably, "I got 35!  Hey, that means we won't be fighting each other!  Hopefully we can knock those lousy Turtles out of the water before the first round!"  Then he thought about it and laughed a hearty laugh, "I bet they won't even pass the preliminaries!"