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Karasu stood in silence as he looked upon the arena before slowly taking a step inside. Quite empty for the time being, save for the various people setting the place up, he quietly walked down the halls, his hands shoved in his pant pockets, a long red lined black trench coat flowing easily behind him.
"And I wonder what we shall be up against -this- time... Smaller teams can usually conclude to short, meaningless fights." he whispered under his breath as he looked out upon the fighting platform. He remembered that time years ago when he had first arrived at the arena during the last Dark Tournament. Some guards had tried to stop him... they were dead when he moved on. He remembered vividly talking with Toguro upon his first arrival and a few more times after that.
Karasu smirked under his mask, "... But you're not here anymore, Toguro. And I can do as I please..." he whispered, though in a rather blank tone. The Toguro team had been near unbeatable in the last tournament. Now he found himself with a team of his own under his name. He glanced down slightly and moved over farther into the audience balcony to lean back against the wall.
Memories hurt...
He would wait for his team to show up on their own--no need going back to get them himself. Lost in his thoughts, he continued to look out at the battle feild below, pondering deeply.
"And I wonder what we shall be up against -this- time... Smaller teams can usually conclude to short, meaningless fights." he whispered under his breath as he looked out upon the fighting platform. He remembered that time years ago when he had first arrived at the arena during the last Dark Tournament. Some guards had tried to stop him... they were dead when he moved on. He remembered vividly talking with Toguro upon his first arrival and a few more times after that.
Karasu smirked under his mask, "... But you're not here anymore, Toguro. And I can do as I please..." he whispered, though in a rather blank tone. The Toguro team had been near unbeatable in the last tournament. Now he found himself with a team of his own under his name. He glanced down slightly and moved over farther into the audience balcony to lean back against the wall.
Memories hurt...
He would wait for his team to show up on their own--no need going back to get them himself. Lost in his thoughts, he continued to look out at the battle feild below, pondering deeply.