He chuckled in response. "I think I've seen more of the over produced stuff myself, though in it's own way it's quite entertaining."

His eyes drifted away from the show to the Crane woman, an amused smile on his lips. "I mean I suppose that depends on your interpretation of worse." Hayato joked in return. "The pajama's might come off as cute, and start a new fashion trend."

iHs hand lifted in an expansive gesture, though the crowded seats limited his mobility. "Could you imagine an entire arena of cheering fan's wearing pajama's and fuzzy slippers."

Joining the audience. "Hida, Hida, Hida, Hida!" She shanted. "Be the Storm of Osano-Wo!" The Moshi cried to the screen.

The Lion sits back in his seat and closes his eyes. He alternates deep breaths with long drags on his large sugary drink.

Shizuku herself had turned back to the fight, but noticed the discomfort of her companion. She leaned slightly toward him and spoke so only he could hear. "Akodo-sama, should we go?"

"Hey Akodo-sama! Enjoying the show?" Mal-Chin bows a little from his seated position, a thumb pointing back at the two wrestlers. It's clear that he is.

"I thought she was done right at the start," she commented softly to herself, an awkward chuckle as she watched the display. Furrowing a brow as she watched, wincing a little each time there was a hit and certainly sometimes more than others. Namely, when the Menace climbed back up onto her opponent Ichika looked away to avoid watching that. Glancing around she smiled a little, seeing how much the others around seemed to enjoy the show. Looking back to Ryo, she still wore that little smile, "Certainly something he should consider with how much the crowd seems to like it," she said with a chuckle.

"It's pretty clear that people enjoy it, there's no denying there. There's an audience for it but I think he would be more interested to know if people would be willing to travel to Asakaze and Shiro Yaoke to see such a show. If he could get a roomful of guests, he might even plan for the construction of a stadium."

"What?! No way!" he exclaimed at the sudden reversal of fortunes Hida Hikaru had against the Menace. "How did she kick out of that?!"

"Boom!" he cried out when Hikaru delivered the Final Justice.

"Don't let her do that to you Hiruma-sama, getupgetupgetup!"

"Ah, yes, Phoenix-sama," he says excitedly, barely registering anything about the speaker. "Very exciting!"

He closes his eyes for a moment again as he turns toward Shizuku. "I'm sorry. I'm fine. Just... overcome by the excitement for a moment," the Lion says, unconvincingly, and he knows the excuse makes no sense. He is close enough to Shizuku he has to turn his head and speak to her ear to keep any propriety. "I am fine. And I will explain when this is over. I don't want to try to get through people in the noise and everything." He shifts just slightly away from her so she can see his eyes and know this is all true.

"Hah!" Ishiyo lets out a short laugh, "No, I could not imagine that in this crowd. To rambunctious foh that." She rubs her chin in thought then starts laughing again, "Of course now that I think on it...a yeah ago I would not have imagined attending a briefing delivered in a man wearing his pajamas. But the Admiral over the Heron's task force had this senior intelligence officeh. Apparently he was a bit of an odd one, used to always give us details on theih new estimates on enemy positions and numbehs while wearing these cheap cotton pajamas. I heard the Admiral put up with him because the man was some kind of genius at intelligence work."

And the Match was over. "She defended her title really well, don't you think?" She chuckled.

"What do you think?" An oddly dressed girl said as she slipped in next to Michiya, peering at the fighting then back at the Seppun with a bow.

It was now the Mantis's turn to laugh, shaking his head slightly as he tried to picture the image. "That must of made it hard to keep a straight face during the briefing. " Hayato said, eyes still dancing with amusement as he lookex towards the Crane.

"I've never encountered anything like that." He ran his fingers through his hair, and smirked, apparently having a hard time dismissing the image from his head. "Had a briefing once when the whole platoon was in swim wear out on the beach, but that's about as strange as it goes. Might of been funny in the Gunso was wearing gloaties though..."

She leaned back, looking hesitant after first, then nodding at the second statement. "Okay." She didn't need to draw more attention than that.

"You-eh bathing suits? You ground poundehs are a strange lot." Her grin remained. Then there was the roar of the crowd. "Oh looks like the winner was decided."

"So the school girl lost? I do not recall any girls of that sort in boarding school." She shook her head, "Uniform would never pass musteh. So how have you found the miai so fah?"