> "And now, the first fights of the day! In circle one…"
> "Come on, we have some time before it's our turn…" Ryoko
>walked up to everyone after she signed up for the fights.
> Ukyou was breaking up Ryouga and Ranma from a fight, and
>Noname-san was walking toward her.
> "So, what…"
> The man just walked past her to the judges table. She wasn't
>sure, but she thought she saw him pull out a pair of glasses.
> *What the heck?*
> She then saw him put a pair of glasses in his coat, and put on
>the ones he just pulled out. As she walked closer, she saw that he
>was playing with his glasses.
> *What is he…*
> She then saw him pressing a button on the glasses.
> *?*
>
> *If I can just see the chart then I don't need to win the
>tournament, just beat the assassin…*
> He put on his camera glasses and pressed the button for a close
>up on the chart. When the chart was in view, he pressed at shutter
>button…but then someone got in front of the shot.
> *Click*
> "Ok, who…" he stopped when he saw the person. "Ryoko!"
> "What?"
> "Just move out of…" He looked around her and saw the judges
>put away the chart and the pokéball with the Chansey. "LOOK WHAT
>YOU…"
> "STOP YELLING!" she shouted back at him.
> "Now I have…" he started muttering to himself, turning away
>from Ryoko.
> "HEY! I'm talking to you!"
> "I have to go! I have to figure out some way to beat him!" he
>shouted back toward her.
>
> "Shit! How does she find them on such short notice…" he said
>to himself. "There!" He looked to his right and saw a toy shop.
>He walked inside and saw what he wanted. "A dozen yo-yos please."
> On his way back to the tent, he saw three people who seemed a
>bit lost.
> "Excuse me, but are you lost?" He walked up to the three. One
>of them had a map.
> "Um…yes. We're looking for the tournament at…um…"
> "Furinken Highschool," one of the three finished. She had on a
>shirt that seemed like it belonged to someone half her age. She
>also wore a short denim pair of shorts that also looked like them
>belonged to someone half her age. Holding up the shorts was a pair
>of suspenders.
> "Well, it's that way," he said pointing down the street. "I'm
>going that way myself."
> When they got to Furinken Highschool, the three strangers
>parted and when their way.
> "I told you it was this way Satoshi!" he heard as he walked
>away from them.
>
> "Great…I leave them for a few minutes and now I can't find
>them…" he muttered as he walked through the tent looking for Ryoko
>and the others. "Well, as soon as I'm cured and finish off the
>Umbrella factory, I'm outta here anyway…no point making friends…"
> Visions filled his mind. Visions of the last time he made a
>friend. Visions of his childhood. Visions of the girl next door.
>Visions of his father getting mad at him for running out of the
>house to see her. Visions of him stopping after seeing her for the
>first time in four years. Visions of his first kiss. Visions of
>the funeral.
> *No point in making friends…I have to get out of here the first
>chance I get…been here too long…*
> "And now the second matches of the day! In circle one…"
> "Um?" He looked up and saw one of the judges with a
>microphone. "What'd he say? Who's up?"
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