Music room 3, the home of Ouran High School's infamous Host Club.
The doors are wide open and the sounds of chatter and laughter come from inside.
"You don't need to win," Kyoya says, making the first move, "you simply need to not embarrass yourself."
"That, I can do."
He can, in fact, play Go well enough not to embarrass himself. He's aggressive, though not quite reckless; impulsive, sometimes, but never quite enough to set himself up for a fall.
Kyoya puts on a bit of a show, making snarky comments and Ariel's poorer moves and looking impressed at his better ones.
Ariel doesn't lose easily, but he does lose eventually. "A good game," he says, extending his hand.
Kyoya shakes it.
"We should play chess sometime."
"We should! I'm no Grandmaster, mind you, but I fancy myself competent. How's my Go? Not too rusty, I hope?"
"Acceptable, for a foreigner."
"Mother taught me well, then. I'm sure she'd be proud."
Mori walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"We should spar."
Ariel's eyes light up. "We should. Is that your test?"
Ariel bounces slightly on the balls of his feet. "Will we spar here? Are there gis available? Because I'd really rather not fight in this outfit."
He nods and leads him to a third closet, which contains gis.
Ariel changes quickly and steps out ready to fight.
Mori attacks immediately. He's fast.
Ariel's fast too, and with harmony on his side he's fast enough to get out of the way and launch a roundhouse kick.
The kick is helped along by a bit of harmony too. Ariel's never been shy to spend what he's got.
Mori also uses harmony and dissonance effortlessly as he fights. He is more conservative with it than Ariel, but no less effective.
The fight lasts a while. Mori, eventually, wins but not easily.
Ariel makes an effort to display good sportsmanship.
"Well-fought," he says with some effort as he shakes Mori's hand. "I don't often lose. Perhaps a rematch sometime?"
Ariel goes to retrieve his outfit from the closet, drying his sweat and calling up a faint smell of roses along the way. Magic is so convenient.
Aw, he liked that skirt. It was swishy.
He gets dressed and exits the closet, ready to face whatever his final challenge may be.
Tamaki hands him a roll of bright orange tickets, of the type one normally sees at a carnival.