Fuji is a couple of minutes late today thanks to a conversation with his music teacher about the influence of jazz that ran over. It doesn't particularly concern him that they've already started warming up, however, if his casual pace is any indication. He's already changed into his Regular uniform and has his bag slung over the shoulder. But he pauses seeing someone unfamiliar at the fence.

New faces watching the courts were far from unusual, but still merited a bit of caution. Sometimes, it was a student from another school who'd come to gather intel. The boy with the braided tail isn't wearing a local uniform, which makes him curious about who he is, where he's from, and whether he's a new student of their own school still waiting for his uniform to come in. He can already see that he's muscular-- probably strong, like Kawamura.

"Just visiting?" He asks, his tone light and amiable.