Shu didn’t want to have to pull out, he could fight a little more if he tried without having to worry about his head; besides, even if he lost it was no big deal, he knew he was only getting around with pure luck and he had ran out of all that for the day. Feeling a little bummed that Aito was suggesting he’d pull out at the last hurdle he frowned and rubbed his head, keeping his shoulders raised before looking to Aito when he gave him a chance instead. “Ooh, really…? Ooohhh, I do kay! I try to do kay, I mean…always try best, and such!” he squeaked, nodding a little before lowering his head, “Shu can only try hard…try hard and do good! Just a little headache and dizzy, but Shu good at the dizzy! Wobble wobble wobble…” He got hurt all the time, he didn’t see it as a big deal especially when he was used to pain in general. He didn’t know how bad things were on the outside until someone said so, but he really wanted to go and do this final match and couldn’t regard something like that right now.

Giving Takeshi a glance when he reassured him that carrying on was the right decision he smiled a little, rubbing the side of his head. He hoped he was tougher than that, especially to other Saiyans he always seemed so weak and brittle. It wasn’t fair to have to try and live up to such high expectations all the time because of his heritage, even if it was just Takeshi trying to encourage him and tell him he was actually pretty strong. Looking to him when he called Ricken a loser practically to his face he frowned a little, raising his shoulders when Takeshi decided to take off to the stage. Hopefully things weren’t going to go too crazy on there, especially when Ricken was a little bit of a mean person and Takeshi was really competitive. Rubbing his head he rested back on the bench, looking for any sign of Aito before deciding he was safe to have a little lie down on the bench where it was empty. He didn’t really care much for Takeshi’s match again, he didn’t really like it when the fight had a more aggressive tone over playful and Ricken was most definitely going to go for an aggressive one.

Sayomi frowned and looked away, sighing a little at his decision. “Well, you shouldn’t rely so much on them just because of their status. You should be happy that you have them over the King”, she spoke sternly, tapping her screen, “You shouldn’t see them as a bargaining chip either. It seems the King doesn’t care that you have them, seeing how he instructed Krom to train them up…and that guy hates him despite the fact he’s also incredibly loyal to him…” She didn’t quite get it either but she did think this was a ploy to get them to be used as a tool from the other side, thinking they were doing good when they were in fact clearing land overrun by those creatures only to take over it immediately after. She had a lot of theories regarding the matter, even regarding the use of Viral and why they stole his genetic makeup to make more Beastmen. She thought it had something to do with their ability to null the threat easier, but these Beastmen were pretty simple and were only a little part of what Viral was. The King probably didn’t have enough time to make a perfect duplication and went for the part that mattered which was to get rid of these creatures for good. Frowning as she went over it in her head she looked to Korian when he decided to have a mutter to himself again. “Hmm what’s that? I can’t hear you when you mutter like that, especially in a room full of cheering people…” she spoke quickly, feeling a little irritated whenever he did that, “They do a lot better when they’re out on the field, if that’s what you mean. They recognise the dangers better than when they’re up against people they know or are completely innocent. Shouldn’t you be also training yourself to get better at tackling those creatures? The only one that’s shown a positive report regarding the beasts is Viral. How does that make you feel?”