At first Koken had every interest for where this fight was going to go, but the one thing that makes her lose that interest is a fight lacking action. In other words, a fight with too much talking. Annoyed with that, she pretty much spaced out for the majority of the battle. She would pay a little attention to where there actually was action just for the sake of observing, but her mind would tune out here and there. It would have been easier if the start of the match had a better attention getter; well, if heard right there was probably a little backstory. But most of it was just filled with...egotism. And that was when the interest flew away.
Koken's attention briefly returned to the fight just as it ended, with Hisoka forfeiting. '...Well that's the end of that match then!' Koken thought to herself in a rather cheery-like tone. In all honesty Koken was slightly surprised on Hisoka's forfeit. Only slightly, though. Strategically, it's probably a smart move. Actually, it's a smart move anywhere depending on the situation. It's probably what Koken should have expected, but Hisoka's arrogance blocked that perhaps. Before Koken knew it the arena became covered in ice, some ice flowers around as decorations as well. Probably Kireina's work, for whatever mood she was in. Koken simply blinked at the scenery, as if somewhat unamused. That's honestly not the case however. "...Wow. Nice." Koken managed to say in a half-monotone and half-sarcastic voice before the arena was put back to normal. Only half-sarcastic because it did look a little nice. That and Koken enjoyed feeling a chill every now and then; she might just be realizing this.
Koken's interest started to pique again when Sakura had mentioned there was going to be another fight later that day. The opponent, Saitama, versus to be revealed. Koken couldn't help but at least let a small smirk find its way to her face. Appalling how they're making new students fight when they literally just got there, yes, but-- actually, Koken shouldn't get too excited yet before thinking too much into it. And she knew that. So Koken saved the thinking for later. Meanwhile, everyone was to go to their houses. Looking to Djura who had asked her about her opinon of the method of transport, it took Koken no more than a few short seconds to come up with an answer. "I've no preference," Koken took the hand that Djura held out before standing up. Quite the gentleman, he was. Koken stretched out her arms from where she stood, "Bus, on foot, whatever suits you best."
Koken's attention briefly returned to the fight just as it ended, with Hisoka forfeiting. '...Well that's the end of that match then!' Koken thought to herself in a rather cheery-like tone. In all honesty Koken was slightly surprised on Hisoka's forfeit. Only slightly, though. Strategically, it's probably a smart move. Actually, it's a smart move anywhere depending on the situation. It's probably what Koken should have expected, but Hisoka's arrogance blocked that perhaps. Before Koken knew it the arena became covered in ice, some ice flowers around as decorations as well. Probably Kireina's work, for whatever mood she was in. Koken simply blinked at the scenery, as if somewhat unamused. That's honestly not the case however. "...Wow. Nice." Koken managed to say in a half-monotone and half-sarcastic voice before the arena was put back to normal. Only half-sarcastic because it did look a little nice. That and Koken enjoyed feeling a chill every now and then; she might just be realizing this.
Koken's interest started to pique again when Sakura had mentioned there was going to be another fight later that day. The opponent, Saitama, versus to be revealed. Koken couldn't help but at least let a small smirk find its way to her face. Appalling how they're making new students fight when they literally just got there, yes, but-- actually, Koken shouldn't get too excited yet before thinking too much into it. And she knew that. So Koken saved the thinking for later. Meanwhile, everyone was to go to their houses. Looking to Djura who had asked her about her opinon of the method of transport, it took Koken no more than a few short seconds to come up with an answer. "I've no preference," Koken took the hand that Djura held out before standing up. Quite the gentleman, he was. Koken stretched out her arms from where she stood, "Bus, on foot, whatever suits you best."