Opening his mouth to speak to the newcomer, Hiroto was cut off by Raiden's interjection. He stared at the others, jaw slightly agape, and curled his lip in an expression of annoyance. Baring teeth was an odd gesture for a human, but given Hiroto's heritage, it was a bit more understandable. And quite a lot more terrifying, given that most of his teeth came to pointed ends. When Raiden returned to his shit-talking of Hirohisha, Hiroto let out a gruff exhale before finally answering Izumi.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">No. It's about two towns over, to the south.</span>" He motioned toward Raiden with his head, slightly adjusting the position of his club so he didn't bash his head into it while doing so. "<span style="font-weight: bold">If what <span style="font-style: italic">he</span> says doesn't end with him getting his face splattered against the ground, then maybe you should stick around. At least catch the show.</span>" He was half expecting the younger men to end each other's lives there, but there wouldn't be any fun in that. As the icy barrier rose around the two, Hiroto huffed slightly, sitting up a bit straighter so he could see over it.<br/><br/>Likewise, Akio's chair grew a bit in height, bringing his head about even with Hiroto's. He leaned onto the arm of his seat, and gave a small wave of greeting to the newcomer, and spoke, but not to her. "Quite a day, huh, Sakura?" He asked, looking off to his side. His words caught Hiroto's attention, and after a few moments of silent exchanged stares, Akio questioned it. "What?"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Who are you talking to?</span>" Hiroto asked. He could see nobody in the direction Akio looked in, and had heard no reference to the name prior to this.<br/><br/>"Oh. Well, it's, uh. Hard to explain. She-" Akio began, and was cut off by Hiroto's hand raising.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Sorcery. Never mind. I don't care.</span>" He blew off any explanation, and instead turned back to the fight, a disgruntled frown crossing his face. Was<span style="font-style: italic">everyone</span>here a sorcerer? There was no honor in using such magic in fights. Smashing things to bits, on the other hand, was most honorable.<br/><br/>Akio pouted and huffed, deciding to try and talk about something else. "So, who do you think is gonna win? Mister, uh, Hiroto, was it?" He turned to look at the giant seated next to him as he spoke. Only polite to give attention to the people you were talking to, after all.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Unrelenting Storm of the North.</span>" Hiroto responded bluntly, turning to look at Akio again. There was a pause, and Hiroto held an expectant look on his face.<br/><br/>"...Uh. Right, mister 'Unrelenting Storm.' Who-" Akio was silenced once more, and his jaw hung in exasperation.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Of the North.</span></span>" Once more, silence fell, and Hiroto's eyebrows raised as he watched the much smaller human's lips purse. Nothing was said for nearly half a minute before Akio humored him.<br/><br/>"Ooookay. Mister 'Unrelenting Storm of the North,' then," He said, raising a hand in a questioning manner. Hiroto smiled and nodded, so he continued to speak. "Betting on either of them?"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Yes. The Blade Demon seems more focused. Hokkaido's strength <span style="font-style: italic">does</span> seem impressive, but I'm not convinced.</span>" He scratched at his beard, watching the match again, and readjusted his club's position one more time.<br/><br/>"I'm leaning towards Raiden. What do you say, 20 on either one?" They might as well have some fun while sitting about.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Hah! Sure. Hope your allowance will cover it,</span>" Hiroto taunted, a smile crossing his face. A fight and a potential cash grab? This morning kept getting better.