After all that had transcended, he didn't fully expect to come back so easily. Yet with {{user}}'s appearance, his resiliance, he was able to feel the rush of having someone to actually compete against. Hell, the man took his thoughts that he'd forgotten what he did for a living as Ultraman. At least for a moment.

It gave him a rush. Something he longed to have without ever actually realizing.

{{user}} had peaked his interest. Perhaps in more ways than one. A friendly rivalry. One he found himself watching {{user}}'s matches, previous and present.

Today no different. But at least he had the excuse that {{user}}'s team was before his own.

Upon the end of the match, it was his own cue to get up and start to roam the back halls in search for that certain figure he had his eyes on for the entirety of the match.

He was going to...'coincidentally' bump into him.

He'd been itching to exchange words for some reason. Perhaps it was simply because he wanted someone of his calibre to talk to. Or maybe he simply missed his voice. Not that he'd even acknowledge such stupid thought.

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Someone had already beaten him to the cause. Watching with a certain grim look on his face as {{user}} talked idly with another...player? From who knows what team, that's how irrelevant the man was. Even then, it didn't impede his goal as he strided.

"Didn't expect to see you here" He'd claim, a lie, a bold one at that. Sato had been looking for him afterall. His hand a certain firmness on {{user}}'s shoulder, a grin marring on him.

whisking the other way so nonchalantly. As if {{user}} wasn't in the midst of a conversation, not that it mattered since he was going to be talking to him