[Aika Anzai, dressed in black high heels, matching skirt, and white blouse storms around Ki Loshimo. Loshimo sits with his head down, dressed in a fashion that has become common place with the Japanese import.]
[His mood doesn't match his dress, he looks dejected, defeated, almost broken. Aika, on the other hand looks furious with her arms crossed around her chest. She continues to pace back and forward looking down at Loshimo, who refuses to acknowledge her presence.]
"What's wrong with you?" Anzai says briskly, "What happened with Nick Adams was a joke, how do you lose to that pathetic fool?" Anazai continues pacing around the hotel room, not taking her eyes off of Loshimo, who continues to look between his legs at the ground.
"I can't believe I took this job. I was sent here to make sure you regained your focus, but you can't even carry out a strategy. What happened to the guy that was one of the top prospects in Japan? I wish he was in this room and not whoever you are..."
Not even the baiting can draw a reaction from Loshimo. His silence seems to anger Anzai even more who says a few words in Japanese before continuing her rant, "What? Not enough of a man to say anything? Not going to admit that you blew your opportunity? When are you going to understand what it takes to be a winner?"
Anzai stops pacing, she shakes her head in disgust, "No wonder Blarituz won all the accolades, he backs up his confidence. You sit and wilt." Loshimo remains unmoved, still staring at the hotel floor. It's unlikely that he's heard a word Aika has said.
"Stay quiet. What difference does it make? Drabble is going to walk over you on Friday. You don't have any faith in yourself, and I definitely don't have faith in you right now..." Loshimo abruptly stands, still without acknowledging Aika. He begins to walk towards the door.
"What?! You're leaving!? Don't walk away from me Loshimo!" He pays no attention to her demands and walks out of the door without uttering a word, "Idiot." Is the last words we are able to hear from Aika.