Arata smirks when the arena is coated with ice, Kireina's cold glare only adding to his enjoyment. Sadly, it ended rather quickly as Sakura returned the arena to normal and chastised Kireina for her use of magic. Who cares? Did it really do anything? Arata watched as Kireina walked away, snowflakes disappearing into the air behind her. She's... pushing away... but why? Could she have done something like... me... Fear crossed his gaze for a split moment, as he shook his head, shaking the thoughts away.
After a moment of breathing, he turned his thoughts towards the next fight. Or, rather, training for his fight. I don't need to be stronger, I just need to understand what I'm showing off. He took the paper with the address on it from Sakura, giving her a quick thanks, and shoving it into his pocket without looking at it. We'll be back here soon enough, no reason to head all the way to the new home. He walked out of the arena and headed to a grassy area nearby. Sitting down, he began to meditate, centering himself as close to the arena as he could without being in the arena. This is probably the best I can prepare, make it easier for my magic to have an effect if I'm in tune with the area.
