Ichirou, robed in a traditional Japanese outfit, meticulously set up the equipment for the annual goldfish tournament on the designated set spot.

"This seems to be about finished. The Azuma-nishiki's calm, and the Ranchu seem content. Time to check the competition." The pale Japanese man muttered to himself, relaxed. Surveying the meticulously arranged basins. 他の人たちは今年のために何を準備しているのだろうか？ (What do others have display for this year?) Ichirou thought, adjusting his gray sash around the waist.

Amidst the sound of families laughing excitedly at the goldfish scooping corner, and the elderly admirers discussing the intricate patterns of other exhibits. The Japanese's attention was quickly drawn to one holding Pompom goldfish.

"この品種でこのような柄の組み合わせを見たのは初めてだ。" ("I've never seen such a combination of patterns on this breed before.") Voice tinged with admiration as he observed the colors and vibrant markings on the displayed fish.

Noticing a fellow enthusiast standing by the bubbling basins, Ichirou felt compelled to strike up a conversation with the new face.

"I couldn't help but admire the patterns. And the vibrancy of its colors. I've never seen such a take on this breed?" His enthusiasm apparent, waiting for a response.