Grumbling, Sato picked up the dropped cigarette, walked to the trashcan, dropped it in, and walked back to Isana.<br/><br/>â€œAlright, midget. Letâ€™s go shall we?â€ Sato knew he would pay for that comment but he honestly didnâ€™t care at the moment. He was currently too depressed. He ran his hand over his face and blinked a few times.<br/><br/>He knew he would have to fight against his brother in the arena. He would have to rely on the fact that his brother didnâ€™t know how strong his esper was. He wouldnâ€™t be able to take his brother in hand-to-hand. However he had the advantage of being able to win at range. He would be able to turn his brotherâ€™s esper against him as well.<br/><br/>He looked back to the group of Hourichi students. Hopefully they could hold their own in the arena. He was going for his brother and God help anyone who got in his way.