If anyone's eyes are fixated on something other than the kabuki drama going on below, they might turn just in time to see a teenage boy walk into the stadium, wearing an easy smile. He seems to be around sixteen years of age with native Japanese features. He's also well-dressed, perhaps even impeccably so by teenage standards, like he's trying to impress someone by making it look like he's more serious and mature than those of his age group would be expected to be.

The teen is also holding a small, black case that he appears to be trying to slip into coat's breast pocket. That is, before he gets jostled over by few young children running by. He drops the case, and it hits the floor and bursts open, scattering a handfull of small, gold-backed objects across the arena floor, where they roll, a couple of them disappearing out of sight and into the arena stands where the crowds are sitting and packed in tight. Who can say how far they travel before they come to a stop?

The boy looks nothing short of distressed, cheeks reddening while the rest of his skin pales. He can be seen, almost clumsily, scrambling after them, picking up as many as he can.

No, no, no!