Listening to the two's pre-fight banter, Sven didn't say a word as he stood up and put a hand on his sword. While he could make the wall on his own, it would require making a bunch of blades and stabbing them into the ground one at a time, which isn't even approaching efficient. So instead, he dew and setting his katana at blinding speeds, releasing a  wave of razor sharp ice, thin and strong. With a second stroke, he sheathed the sword, the wall now chopped down to about chest-height for most human beings. With the wall now on place, he nodded to himself and sat back down. It was at that point he heard both Raiden's goal and the little wager his neighbors made. Personally, he saw no point in the wager, but that didn't stop him from making one himself as his idea of a joke. "50 that they knock each other out and it's a tie," he stated.<br/>At the same time, Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow in amusement when Raiden admitted to knowing he was a guy despite flirting with him. After all, most people got a bit uncomfortable about it when they realize it. However, he was quickly distracted from that when Sven's admittedly showy creation of the wall occurred. Narrowing his eyes in thought, he felt like there was something familiar about that. Something about the multitude of blades, as the wall looked like thousands of blades layered over each other. Blinking, the martial artist remembered where he heard something like that. "Thousand Blades?" He mumbled to himself, figuring out the blind swordsman's identity.