Shu gave a little nod, tilting his head to the side a little bit before he sighed heavily. “Ooohhh…sometimes wonder if others feel same way, though. Learned a lot about family when I learn about stuff for being outside jungle, but they always say it was complicated. That word, all the time”, he spoke, not really caring about what was going on stage as Takeshi bet his opponent by throwing her out of the ring, “’That sounds complicated’, ‘it’s complicated’…only way to describe, really. They found it hard that family that was like me was not what I thought of as family, but I never knew what they knew to be family. I was the strange one in my old family”. He felt he should probably stop talking about it all since he was being watched so intently with everything he said or did taking centre stage. It was hard being careful about things he said when he was always thinking about it every day. It made him feel awkward as well as making it difficult for him to not think about his feelings. If he was to make them pleased he needed to act strong and not carry these worries anymore, It would make them happier if he didn’t worry all the time, that’s what this was all about.

The next few rounds went underway and Shu still didn’t really show much interest in watching them, instead waiting for everything to be over. The longer it lasted the better, usually, seeing as how he found comfort in not being in centre stage. He knew he was going to have to go in for it again and show he was capable of handling the pressure, he had a lot he had to prove to the others if he was going to show he was not suffering under his own doubt. His own match was coming up soon, but he didn’t know how prepared he was going to be until he knew who he was facing. There was a leaderboard he could look to that everyone was also paying attention to during the breaks, but he couldn’t read any of the names. He thought that maybe his name was the shortest, but turns out there was others who had short names too making it easy to mix them up.

Once his name was finally called he didn’t much like the decision of who he was up against, that being Sasha. He was somewhat hoping to bypass having to fight either Sasha or Ricken, but at least it wasn’t Ricken either way. Ricken didn’t really like him very much from the sounds of it, especially because of what he was but then again he couldn’t blame him for that. It was only Takeshi who was comfortable with who he was and shrugged off the hate, but he didn’t like carrying around the title himself. Lots of people probably didn’t like him because he was a Saiyan, he was easier to point out as one because of his tail too whereas only people close to Takeshi would know about his Saiyan origins or if he was pointed out on purpose as the son of the King. It made him feel bad for being one, but that probably shouldn’t be his top concern right now. Being face to face with Sasha was his main concern, mostly because he didn’t know how to fight her. It was easy fighting the big guy earlier, he was slower, but Sasha could be fast or anything inbetween. Gasping as the match went underway he became startled, his eyes quickly searching around before fixating on Sasha again as she approached him. Bouncing on his feet to try and get into it like she had he moved to approach her too, but she was quick to get close to him and pushed him with a palm force attack which caused him to stumble back. Only managing to catch himself with his tail he pushed forward again, crouching down low to the ground before he bounced forward on all fours from side to side, eventually throwing his feet forward to try and kick her off her own.