[When the person taking down their names scrutinizes them, Haru doesn't bat an eyelash; instead, she merely shoots them a cool look right back. She's used to being scrutinized, but the reasons for that are neither here nor there.
And then there's little to do but wait. She watches some of the other matches with interest until their names are called, at which point she straightens up with a little jolt.]
—that's us!
[Into the ring they go.
Outwardly, their opponents seem to be a decent match for them - they're neither significantly bulkier nor notably smaller than either one of them. An easy win for either side doesn't make for good entertainment, after all.
She smiles at their opponents as they face off in the ring.]
Let's make this a good match, shall we?
[One of their opponents, a man of average height with a messy beard, shoots her a quizzical look before zeroing in on Atsushi. Apparently, he feels more comfortable fighting a man than a woman.]
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And then there's little to do but wait. She watches some of the other matches with interest until their names are called, at which point she straightens up with a little jolt.]
—that's us!
[Into the ring they go.
Outwardly, their opponents seem to be a decent match for them - they're neither significantly bulkier nor notably smaller than either one of them. An easy win for either side doesn't make for good entertainment, after all.
She smiles at their opponents as they face off in the ring.]
Let's make this a good match, shall we?
[One of their opponents, a man of average height with a messy beard, shoots her a quizzical look before zeroing in on Atsushi. Apparently, he feels more comfortable fighting a man than a woman.]