Contrary to his previous appearance, the Sinese opted for a different look this time. One that... Certainly didn't match his style. "Is this too much...?" He asked himself, looking in the mirror. It has been quite some time since he had last donned a proper top, but with the young man's overly strict personal preferences, he only really had one option to go with. That darned shirt, the same one he bought with no other option. Hideous, red and laced with tacky gold dragon markings over it; sleeveless, and far too tight to fit his physique. But, beggars can't be picky, right?
Plus. With whoever he was paired up against, it would make for some light humor, at least.
Right away, the announcer failed to restrain a snort as the Sinese proudly stepped into the ring in his ridiculous outfit. His bellybutton only slightly peeking out of the shirt with the small size, barefoot he paced and went up the three wooden stairs; covered normally in his lower half, at least. Regardless, this was quite the welcoming introduction he was given. "Hello again, Crissandra." He smiled warmingly, clasping his palms together in-front of his chest and offering the young lady a deep, respectful bow.
"It's almost odd, that we'd be the first ones to try out your new ring." He recalled the time she made a literal garden out of a wooden table, speaking to her skill with her magic. "However, I will say. To honor your creation, I will not use my magic today. How's that sound?" He asked, still smiling. Engaging in combat without his staff was arguably preferrable, much as the Sinese had liked to practice with his new weapon. But, that's that, right?
"Whenever you're ready then."