Rudeus: Did you have to inhale me? At least I fell onto something soft.
Near: Technically, I did not, but I wanted to. Funnier that way. Anywho, meet your teammate over there.
Kittysamma: And Near, if you would introduce yourself to Rudeus.
Rudeus: I assume, based on the way he is dressed and looks. That he is the reincarnated mage, right?
Kittysamma: Indeed.
Near: Coach, refreshments are limited, and the fridge has no food that humans can eat. I refuse to eat cat food.
Kittysamma: Right. I will replicate a fridge from my human's home. They should have plenty of food you can eat.
Rudeus: So our cosmic coach is literally a lazy cat with a cardboard castle.
Near: Accept reality. We must win with zero resources and negative morale.
Kittysamma: I have chosen you two because you won't need resources. But I have prepared some things for you. They're in the trap door, under the table.
Rudeus: To the most ridiculous tournament ever—may our wish be worth this cardboard nightmare.
Near: Statistically, we're underdogs. Undercats?
Kittysamma: Undercats… I'll put that on my victory banner—right after my nap.