[b]Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.[/b]
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[indent][indent]Long-term jobs tended to end prematurely, which was why it was rare for Ryoichi to accept one, however after meeting his clients and partner; it was simply too enticing to turn down. The kids were running high on emotion; revenge and all that, it reminded him what it was like all those years ago when he first got into Gunpla, when everything was fresh, fun, and exhilarating. When he believed he could fight every second of the day at a thousand-percent. Sweating and simply reveling in the combat. Maybe they didn't have his problem of being too strong though and they were certainly still living in a time of having fun just for the sake of fun. Lucky them.

All things, even the fun things, became weight sooner-or-later. It was a harsh truth he had come to accept only three years into his Gunpla career. After things got complicated, unsatisfying, and boring...

Over the two weeks, Ryoichi, in his signatuer lighthearted manner started calling his younger-associate, Char-chan. He openly treated the others as younger siblings and that often rubbed them the wrong way. 

At Kishimoto Arcade, where the crowd was thick with hardcore Gunpla fans and fighters, Seo was in the middle of both encouraging, rather brutally at that, and reminding everyone who was in charge. Ryoichi looked around at the competition aimlessly, chomping on Pringles he'd picked up earlier that morning, a brown plastic bag was dangling from his wrist. 

The idea that this rivalry was as important as they believed floated into his head and for a moment he almost believed it too. But that quickly dissipated when he mistook a raven-haired woman for Julie Yamaguchi. That smacked him back to reality and his carefree expression, both calm and airy, returned to him. As Seo was dividing roles out to his friends another fighter approached them, a rough-looking fella carrying a bag. 

Ryoichi looked down on him from his spot some-even four-feet away and whistled, honestly impressed with his guts, as he left. "Well that one certainly knows how to hit below the belt," he laughed. He looked to Char-chan and smacked the back of his wheelchair playfully, "Good thing he didn't throw a jab at my precious partner here, right?" Then, a bit more serious. "Hey, Seo, you sure you don't want me or Char-chan to handle him? He might be too much for you." 

A jest on the surface but maybe... just maybe Seo would heed his warning.[/indent][/indent]