[h3] Rundstrom Makoto [/h3]

[color=ed1c24]"I guess it didn't work out well in the end huh?"[/color] Makoto looked up to the sky and then let out a sigh. [color=ed1c24]"Although aren't you one of our better players? Even with the close-range disadvantage."[/color] He asked. She was a third year after all and had more experience. He watched her once before and she was a pretty good fighter, to be expected from someone who has a pact with Heracles.

He then listened in on her reasons on why it would be useless and disadvantageous to have natural terrain for tournaments. He simply shrugged as he looked back at her. [color=ed1c24]"Just a suggestion. It would make everything more interesting. After all, not all battles are meant to be played fair."[/color] It was something his father taught him when he was young. That even in the tournaments where they do their best to keep it fair between the competitors, there is an advantage and disadvantage. Just like how long-range opponents fair better against close-range opponents. In real time wars, if that happened, they should make the most out of their environment. 

[color=ed1c24]"Do you think we stand a chance of actually standing on top now?"[/color] He asked. It was a very common question around, now that the tournament's right around the corner. A lot of unsure people around here, and that included him. He was confident that the fighters were really good but they somehow get beaten at the last round. Frustrating and unbelievable. It's like the God of Misfortune decided to stick with Otsuki every time the tourney's here.