[Huh. People around here seem interesting, at least from what he's watched in the ring, and in the streets. Whoever decided that he'd be here along with a group of people has a penchant for the extraordinary, and while he's not exactly a weakling, he knows he is at a disadvantage most of the time.

(Nothing new, all things considered)

The girl sitting beside him is no exception to that remarkability if the way her steadiness as she maneuvers herself across the stands and through the crowd is anything to go by. He can't really see her posture, not now at least, but there's a nagging thought at the back of his head that keeps telling him to pay attention.

Even though there are some people jeering at him from other places now that they realized that he's there, trying to distract him.

Ugh, Set fans.

The sigh Mamoru releases is exasperated.]Y'don't need to fight often to make a name for yourself here. [He jerks his chin to where the groupies are, not caring if he looks like he's challenging them or if they hear him.

Thankfully they don't.] I showed their idol a lesson, and now they hate me.