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Brutus stared at the stadium as he walked out next to his teammates. He had only returned to the Vigilantes' HQ the previous day, having been spending most of his time training. While he'd managed to improve his skills, he hadn't really made much progress on a new technique he was working on. Still, progress was progress, and Brutus was never one to turn down any sort of improvements, no matter how minor. He glanced over at Aram and Andras. He quirked an eyebrow at the card-wielding girl as an indication that he had indeed seen her late arrival. [color=007fff]"So, I can guess that someone woke up late this morning?"[/color] he asked. The question was asked in a humor-filled voice and with a smirk, something that few would ever see or hear from the serious teen. [color=007fff]"Aram, nice to see you again."[/color] Brutus then directed toward his other teammate, his voice still sounding humorous. He then tucked his hair (braided into a ponytail) into the hoodie he wore, before stepping away from his comerades and letting electricty spark around him. Oh yeah, he was ready.


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As for Yuuto, he sat stock-still on the bench until the cheer went up, as did Bak's missiles. He'd gotten a stern talking-to from his parents about how the honor of the Kūgekino clan was on the line. After all, if the next heir of the clan performed well, then perhaps some of the more criminally inclined that were watching would hire the family to do more jobs. More jobs meant more income and prestige in the underground. So, of course, Yuuto nodded and played the part of the perfect dedicated heir. Ninjas had no friends, no emotions. He was merely a tool for his employer. And yet, he had been asked to participate in the tournament. The only way for Yuuto to accept in due accordance with his teaching was to treat these "games" as a job. His goal: to win. Yuuto glanced a Bak, noticing her casting a couple of worried glances at Vittorio. However, Yuuto set his ponderings aside. It wouldn't do to get too entangled in drama. He was here for a job, nothing more. However, he would give her an appreciative nod and a smile if she were to catch his eye. Just before the official start, Yuuto raised up his face mask. It was showtime.