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[Sougo enters the athletic complex, hands in his pockets and in search of the sword. Not necessarily Zel and the swords. He just wants to look at the sword, touch the sword, play with the sword, not really interested in meeting or talking to Zel beyond sparring.
It's almost like he was experiencing some kind of sword withdrawal. Using a sword was the one and only thing he was really good at, the only good and useful skills he really had, in his opinion, and not having it was like having his candy or precious stuffed animal taken away from him.
The swords he sees with the masked man are not what he was expecting, making them that much more exciting. He casually walks over to Zel, popping his bubble gum and a hand raised to greet him.]
Yo. I came to play with a sword. They look nice to play with.