"You did really well Shu! Thal is a well known fighter on Uuonoe and a lot of people probably expected him to go all the way to the finals. But you beat him in the first round, that's why everyone was so surprised," Sasha explained, "That's the spirit! There's no real prize to all of this anyways really, nothing huge anyways. We're just doing this for fun and to blow off a little steam, relax a bit. So as long as you're having fun you're doing it right." Then you had Takeshi, and really Ricken too, both of whom were only focused on winning an essentially meaningless tournament. She would say it was a product of men being men if Shu wasn't an exception to that, as were nearly every other competitor here. Even Thal himself who seemed befuddled by his loss was already laughing it off and moving on, clearly no one was taking this seriously. No one aside from Takeshi and Ricken. Smiling wryly as an idea struck her Sasha stepped closer to Shu and leaned down, cupping a hand around her mouth to whisper into his ear. "Hey... Do me a favor? If you get matched against Ricken try to kick him in the butt okay? And tell him its from his sister, he'll get so annoyed!" she said with a giggle, "Don't worry, if he gets mad I'll handle it."

It was fascinating to see how Shu managed through his match and of great relief that he had little trouble. It had been a quick match though and his opponent was clearly outmatched, how he'd fare against an equal opponent was still a mystery. Aito ignored June's request to withdraw Shu from the tournament even after she continued to insist, and though doubtless he'd be given an earful for it later he'd watch Shu continue to compete. Or to be more precise he'd watch the Uuonians and rebels compete as the young Saiyan's match was likely a ways off. Seeing people of other races and worlds fighting was highly interesting, their styles and approach to their duels so different. To some battle was like a dance and their movements fluid and loose, others attempted to latch onto their opponent and use their lanky frames to fight them into a submission hold, and more still used surprising speed to try and overwhelm. Evidently the use of Ki and other abilities was forbidden as no one practiced anything outside of standard martial arts, and perhaps just as well. If Ki usage was allowed then those with the ability would have a massive advantage, and those who were capable like the rebels even more so. 

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"Oooooh, don't do that," Yumi muttered with a click of her tongue as she peeled herself from the bed. A ridiculous smile played on her face as she let out a giggle, finally releasing Viral's paw to scratch her head. "If you did that then Vegeta would be in my face! He'd be all 'Yumi, what did you do? Now we're going to need the Dragon Balls again!'" she joked, lowering her voice as she put a finger in Viral's face, "And then he'd probably be all 'Why didn't you stop him? What do you mean you were asleep!?' See, because this medicine is making me sleeeepy... So I'd be asleep! And you don't want me to fall asleep do you? So no killing yourself!" She reinforced her command with a prod to Viral's nose, trying to come across as stern as she could though she broke into a smile rather quickly. On the other side of the room the door was opened and a nurse and Viral's doctor entered, both of which gave Yumi a concerned look.

"You're not supposed to be out of bed..." the doctor spoke with a frown.

"Viral needed company so I'm giving him company!" Yumi answered, beaming as she again leaned in and tried to hug Viral. The nurse had mercifully stepped over and grabbed her beneath the arms to halt her, and in her drugged state she could do little other than squirm fitfully to try and escape. "Let me goooo! I want to sit with Viral!" 

"M-Miss, you're supposed to be recovering! So please stop fighting me!" the nurse stammered, shrieking when Yumi began to float up towards the ceiling with use of her Ki. The doctor had to help pull her down and lead Yumi back to her bed, making sure she was down for good before leaving her in the care of the startled nurse. Perhaps they had given her a little too much pain medication, he'd make a mental note to reduce her dosage.

Standing at the foot of Viral's bed he took a chart and examined the details upon it studiously. They were recordings of Viral's vitals and his body since he'd been put in bed and medicine had been administered. Better already though there would be some time yet until he was back to full health. "Any improvements since you arrived Viral? Are the medications helping with the pain at all?" the doctor asked, walking around to the bedside and adjusting his glasses before leaning in and brandishing a small torch from his coat pocket. "What is hurting the most in particular?"