"Together, we-"<br/><br/>"Stop." Ara said, glaring at the two.<br/><br/>"...Geeze, somebody's a bore." Ginga huffed, before shaking his head and smirking. "But yeah, you seem like a good partner."  He said, holding his hand out for a handshake. "After all, you d-'<br/><br/>"STOP."<br/><br/>Suddenly, a man jumped down from...someplace, landing by the two men. He was a older looking man, his hair and mustache grey, with his hair tied into a pony tail.  He had strong facial features, and the look of a warrior of him, giving off the vibe of a wise old martial arts teacher.<br/><br/>Also, he was wearing purple gym teacher clothes.<br/><br/>"Hello, Mr. Asia." Arata said, nodding.<br/><br/>"Oh, hello Arata. I'm disappointed in you boy, allowing this to happen." the old man said said, crossing his arms and glaring at Ginga and Takeshi. "To call that a fight in which spirits met is to mock the very concept! I will not allow it! You two will re-enter the arena of battle,  and trully feel the souls of one another! Using THESE!"<br/><br/>He suddenly shoved a gunpla into each boy's hand, black and red zakus. "Master Zakus, the perfect training gunpla! Hand created by your's truly."<br/><br/>Ginga blinked, looking at the zaku, then to the old man, then to Arata, then to Takeshi. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, dumbfounded. That was a perfectly fine fight! His gunpla just needed some work! No need for a whole second fight,t hat was just insulting. "I refuse to do th-"<br/><br/>"SET YOUR GP BASE" a robotic voice suddenly said, as Ginga was back in the "cockpit"<br/><br/><br/>"Wait what." He muttered, incredibly confused. WHat was happening. What. Why. "Arata please explain." He said, his mouth gaping.<br/><br/>Arata just shrugged. "Just go along with it. Mr. Asia  is just trying to help."