Once more, the door swung open, this time revealing a rather large old man, whose body seemed to defy time. His muscles bulked, ever so more visible due to the fact that he wore little more than a skirt. If you could not see his face, you could easily have been misled into thinking that this was the body of a young man in his peak, but alas, it was not true, for the tattooed man was well over his sixties, and seemed to still be in fighting condition. As he entered the room, he laughed loudly, his voice being warm and masculine as one would expect from someone his size. His eyes scanned the room around him, which appeared to be the lobby, before stepping deeper into the room and letting the door clatter shut behind him. 

[i]“It seems I am in the right place,”[/i] he said, loud enough for those interested enough to hear, but not loud enough to overpower everyone else in the room. For his aggressive nature, he had a mild sense of tact when it came to social occasions. [i]“Just a minute ago, I accidentally walked into the ladies' toilet thinking it was the lobby. What can I say, my eyes aren't what they used to be!”[/i] Again his thunderous laughter sounded before he walked into the cafeteria that was situated within the lobby. 

[i]“Truth be told, I'm not even sure how I came here. We're not on earth, are we? Some of you friendly folk don't look entirely normal, after all. Hmm. Thinking about it, [b]how did I get here anyway?[/b] All I remember was drinking a bit too much, and suddenly I was enrolled in something called a New Beginnings Tournament, or some stuff like that. Crazy how that works, isn't it? Hohohoho...”[/i]

Though the other contestants that were present seemed to be entirely busy with preparing for the fight, this much wasn't true for Sutemasu. It wasn't even out of arrogance - he had come in here not knowing how, why or when he'd signed up, and much less did he expect to win. In the end, he just wanted to test his strength, and resolve whether or not he was made of the same steel as others were. What else is there in life but to test your mettle, in every aspect of it, against others? There was always someone superior to you, and perhaps they were in this very room right now, he thought. Curiously, he looked around at the other contestants, smiling brightly at them, before turning his attention to the bartender. [i]“Give me a shot of your hardest, that it may take the edge off, friend. The nerves are striking me now, what with these fighters in the room here with me, giving me the creeps.”[/i]

Without a word the bartender smacked down a drink for him, which Sutemasu promptly slammed back, before turning in his seat. As he twisted, he leaned forwards slightly, resting his arms on his own knees, holding onto the glass as he looked at the other contestants once more. [i]“My name is Sutemasu, at any rate. It's a pleasure to meet you all today. I wonder what extravagant events they have lined up for us. Surely this is no normal tournament, as I can tell each and every one of you is miles ahead of the rest. And so, the events must be miles ahead of the regular earthly events too! Hohohohoho, it's only natural after all.”[/i] Even in this dormant position he was sitting in, his muscles seemed tense, hard as steel even. But now that he looked around, he realized that these others... well, he was sure there was more to them than they betrayed on the surface. The man with the wolf was an obvious one, as his companion betrayed that he was not a regular person, but the others were harder to read, perhaps. Not much he could do about that now. So, he just leaned up and put the glass down on the bar behind him again, waiting for someone to say something to him, or for something to happen.

Hm, something had better happen soon. He didn't sign up for this tournament for nothing. Or well, he did, but now that he was signed up, he wanted to make the best of it. Hoho, it's only natural, after all.