Taiyo
The fiery shinobi gave a simple nod as a response to Madoka's question before strolling over to the seafood restaurant that he had pointed out earlier. Once inside, Taiyo began to absorb the details of his surroundings. There was a good collection of people inside the establishment, with waiters and waitresses scurrying throughout the eatery making sure that everyone got their meal. He also noticed that there was a small bar elevated above the tables, with a bartender serving drinks and the patrons sharing drunken stories and laughter. Above all else, he noticed that the place reeked of a fishy smell. Then again, its not like the FBS master was anticipating the smell of roses when he went inside of the seafood restaurant. After taking a quick look, Taiyo approached the desk assistant to secure a table for him and Madoka.
"Hey, can I get a table for two?" The fiery shinobi asked politely, noticing that the desk attendant seemed a little stressed judging by his tired look.
"Wait here." The attendants voice was uninterested yet slightly hostile as he left to check if there was an available table, leaving Taiyo to wait to catch up.
Tsuki
The icy kunoichi gave a dissatisfied sigh at hearing Kai's response, mildly irritated that the Yuki Prince had managed to completely miss the mark in regards to her insecurities. Regardless, she respected Kai enough to dignify his worldview with a response.
"Battles aren't won by purity of blood alone," Tsuki made sure that her tone didn't betray her intentions, keeping her voice low and calm, "It's not that I need to know their life stories before fighting them. That part is irrelevant. No, the only important thing about another a Xeno in combat is their technique and fighting style. The only combat encounter that I've come out of successfully was against a Fire Style user in a swamp, giving me an advantage in both nature release and environment. I'm not guaranteed such an advantage against every opponent in the finals. My relative inexperience compared to the rest of my peers is an insurmountable disadvantage, what I've done for six months has been my opponents job for at least a year, if not more." After delivering her response, she had time to absorb Kiro's advice. Ironically enough, he had succeeded where Kai had failed in addressing her insecurities. Though the icy kunoichi knew that Kai's advice came from a good place in his heart, she also recognized that Xenophobia was not the solution to her problems. Her minor exhaustion from her response to the Yuki Prince meant that she only responded to Kiro with a sincere smile.
Seiun
Though Seiun had managed to escape Baiyan's hold at knifepoint, that escape was temporary as his attempt to stab Baiyan only led him getting ankle deep in mud. Though in reality, ankle deep was an understatement. More accurately, he was near entirely submerged in the brown sludge, with time to escape running thin. To prevent mud from getting in his eyes, Seiun kept his eyes closed as tightly as possible.
So this is what that bitch sees 24/7...depressing.
Other shinobi would panic or resign themselves to their fate at this point, but the "redeemed" rogue wasn't an ordinary shinobi. Thinking quickly, Seiun gathered most of the tendrils of the Gahedra ahead of him, keeping 2 pairs dangling behind him. As for the the rest, the ribbons began to twist together until they formed a drill spiral, hardening once they combined. The lead tendrils spun as fast as Seiun's mind could imagine, eventually boring a hole in the mud. Once the hole was bored, the drill collapsed into its normal tentacled form to pull Seiun out of the mud pit and onto the surface. Once the "redeemed" rogue emerged from the mud hole, he wiped his face clean of the mud, only to discover that his outfit was suitably dirtied by the mud. Irritated by this fact, Seiun retracted the compliment that he would've given Baiyan for her prowess, instead he opted to grab some kunai from one of his mini bags that lay on his waist. Once he grasped them, he threw a total of 4 kunai at Baiyan, one for each gap in the hand, with paper bombs attatched to the blade of each kunai. The Ame-nin recognized that he only had to dig himself out of the mud hole last time because he got up close to his opponent, so he decided to take the opposite approach, taking many steps back to create as much distance between them as he felt comfortable with. Eventually, he stopped at a distance where the ground wasn't muddy and wet, or rather, as muddy and wet as the ground affected by Baiyan's jutsu.