Kenzo stood from their table. "Well, gentlemen, it appears our pleasant meal has reached its conclusion. Let's enjoy ourselves in the tournament, fight well and let's see each other in the finals."
His dark eyes lingered on both Noah and Ichigo with obvious anticipation before departing toward the exit.
Noah watched him leave with a soft frown on his face. The guy before him was by no means weak, Noah could tell from his moments.
"That guy is... interesting," Ichigo commented.
"Definitely unique," Noah agreed, already shifting his focus toward the tournament, rather than dwelling on Kenzo.
....
Time passed blissfully as Noah embraced a relaxed approach to his pre-tournament preparation. Rather than engaging in intense last-minute training before the competition began, he chose to conserve his energy while maintaining loose, comfortable movement.
