Ryuuji had solemnly made his way back to the seat next to Hyousuke, who gave him a pat on the back out of pity. Masaru slowly turned his head to look backwards over his shoulder at the duo, as he was seated in the row in front of them. "If you wanted to make us look bad, you've done a great job out there." Masaru growled to his dorm-mate. "Come on, dude. Ryuuji couldn't have known the chick was going to steal his thunder," Hyou responded in an attempt to mediate the situation. Masaru jerked his head away from the two of them while Emi, who was seated next to him, didn't even bother to glance in Ryuuji's direction. She remained stoic and indifferent towards the whole situation. While the dragon-boy was burying his head between his legs in utter shame and defeat, the other three looked down into the arena. Hyousuke leaned forward and crossed his arms over the back of both Masaru and Emi's seats. "Yo, any idea where Keitaro went?" he asked, noticing the absence of their fellow top student. The blond-haired boy next to him perked up and jumped to his feet, holding out his hand in front of him. "He has fled our honorably field of battle in pursuit of strength and mischief, an unending journey to-!" "He's skipping out. [i]Again[/i]." Ryuuji grabbed his heart as if it stopped beating for a moment, the sting of Masaru interrupting his grand speech being cause enough for a cardiac arrest on its own. He slumped back into his seat as the duel started to get underway. The water dorm's teacher started off strong with his field spell, but Emi jerked up her chin at the sight. "Weak," she commented briefly, with Masaru nodding in approval. Hyou raised his hand and laughed a little, signalling his response. "I mean, sure, if it were me down there, I'd have synchro summoned to put on a show. But, like, the monster's still got 2600 attack you know? And then there's the set card too," he chimed in. "He's up against a former pro. She shouldn't have any issue with something of this caliber." Emi replied in monotone. "I'm honestly not expecting much out of her. Students back then must've been weak if they lost to the [i]water[/i] dorm," Masaru snidely commented, glancing off to the side. He spotted their signature uniforms far off in the crowd and narrowed his eyes in disgust. The dorm was full of weaklings, even down to their champion. In fact, someone like [b]her[/b] making it to the top proved that fact. If their best couldn't beat a duelist like that then they weren't a threat in the tournament this year. Masaru turned his attention back to the duel, as he was still intent on paying attention despite his hostile feelings. The teacher [i]was[/i] going to be for the Fire dorm, so the show she put on would tell him a lot about their state this year. "Now what'll you do, miss Nonaka...?"