* * * April 28th * * *
Lisa sat in the front row of their expensive gymnasium, the room dimmed to near dark as cool ambient lights circled overhead. She was confident that she gave Chiaki a good feel for the competitors. At first her question seemed a bit cheap but after a light-hearted talking to her on the joys of figuring ones opponent out first-hand, she revealed her first impressions of each team.
They could all be summed up with one conclusion in mind. They were real fighters; each and every one of them was legit. Which was perfect because the whole point of the tournament was to toughen up the softer members of Nobuya's Gunpla Club.
She eyed her team with a steadfast confidence, bit her lip nervously, and pondered just how far they'd come before inevitably losing to the Karasoto boys. Her gaze meandered towards the blonde one, her cheeks flushing as she smirked.
"Blonde Princess, huh? I just hope you take it easy on my subjects," she mumbled to herself.
Then, unbidden, they moved to a head of blue focusing mindless on the opponents across for him. There was something about him that had changed, he was once so lively. Now he seemed ... off. She wondered if he remembered her. That thought was begrudgingly left behind as she returned to her duty as mentor.
Natsu was more than eager to take on the strongest of the three. He stared at her keenly, a beast feeling out his prey.
"I'll take out, Tsukasa. Nanashi-san, that leaves the other one for you." He hadn't even turned to look at them as he spoke.
"I don't have a plan ... but," he balled his fist up.
"I'll definitely beat her.