Diederich's interview

Diederich smirked as she sat down across from Kisha.

"Great, it's you," Kisha grumbled.

"Hoh? You've heard of me? Of course you have! You stand before Diederich von Richthofen, Prussia's next ruler," Diederich declared as he held his hand before his face.

"Chuuni, chuuni... So winning chances?"

"You're asking? Is it not clear enough already? We will win."

"You heard him. Now onto the next-"

"We still got time, keep talking with him," a stagehand whispered.

"You serious!? He's a fucking chuuni! A chuuni that could snap into battle mode in an instant!"

"What's with the eyepatch?" the stagehand called out aloud.

A massive grin spread itself across Diederich's face. "Behind my eyepatch lies the power to bring forth my Arena der-"

"OUT OF TIME! OUT OF TIME! Diederich von Richthofen, everybody!" Kisha cried as she attempted to block the cameras.