Good enough to be sure. Otoya had remained silent for Haruto's opener, silencing himself even though he had wanted to correct the other on his name. It wasn't as though it was an insult - simply that Otoya was not one to have his given name used so lightly. As a fellow Japanese, he had supposed Haruto would feel the same, though the other man obviously hadn't. Still, being polite, Otoya had let it slide, instead focusing on the show.

And what a show it was.

Certain aspects could be explained away, of course. A laser light show for the mysterious circles, mirrors and tricks of light for the disappearing/reappearing hand. The same could be said for the strange swords Haruto was now holding. Yes, it could all be explained thusly had this been back in Tokyo, and Otoya was an audience member while Haruto was on stage.

Only that wasn't the case. There was nowhere to hide a laser tripping mechanism, much less one of the size to produce the light show he had witnessed. No mirrors in the vicinity either, and what little light was in the alleyway... well, it wasn't enough. Not enough by a long way.

... so how. How had he done it?

Extending a hand to Haruto, Otoya nodded at one of the things he was holding. "May I, Souma-san?"