Third Round— Three-Way Fight Conclusion???

"Did anyone order popcorn?" Shidou asked, already digging in on the popcorn he just ordered.

"Yep, me," Midori called out, raising his hands enthusiastically.

"Shh! We're trying to focus here!" Sassu hissed between her bite on the hamburger she just ordered.

"You really think Satoshi could win?" Hiroshi worriedly asked, slurping on the soft drink that came along with the popcorn.

"He can't lose," Siril responded even though the question was not directed at them. "We've seen how he fights. There's no way he can lose. Besides, those two are muscleheads. They aren't even thinking about their attacks nor are they conserving their energy. All they do is plow their way through like a mad bull. I can't blame them though. If I had half their strength, I would be doing the same thing."

"Look at you, enjoying yourselves while our Leader is doing all he can to win the tournament." Someone behind them clicked her tongue. Surprised, everyone turned around.