The taller man stopped suddenly, and his friends did the same a few steps ahead of him. "Huh? What is it James?" the middle man asked. He turned 90 degrees, looked to his left, but pointed towards Jenso. Jame's left eye was a shade of dark green, it seemed. But regardless, he appeared to have some kind of detection ability. Charles and the third man looked back at Jenso, unsure of his intent, but the middle man smiled moments after and waved to him. "Hey, stranger! Are you headed for the tournament too?" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Charles and James both glared at the man's hopeless smile and thought the exact same thing.

[i]"Idiot!"
"Idiot!"[/i]