Maru sat there in the crowd, watching as the fight went on which began with people cheering Maki on, calling him the whistler. But honestly Maru wasn't here to cheer the man on at all, never that. He wanted to finally see the man finally lose a fight, he wanted to see him bruised and beaten. That cocky smile will be wiped off his face sure enough, the guy who he was going against looked pretty strong to say the least. With any luck, Maki finally meet his defeat. The disgraced shinobi rubbed his hands together, chuckling deeply to himself then he yelled out to Maki. “Aye! Takie! Ready to get your ass beat!” He yelled and spoke in a voice so loudly he could probably be heard.
Maru wore a different puppet body, this one had an all white suit with a stylish white top hat. He wore a fancy looking monocle, with brown hair down to his shoulders with a confident smirk plastered on his face. As the fight progressed he couldn't see much, he lit a cigarette as he sat there trying to get a good view. Everything suddenly changed when Maki's persona, died! It was completely destroyed, and from experience of having his shadow destroyed he knew that it had to do a lot of damage to him. But he was still waving like he could come back from this. “OH-HO WHISTLER!!!!” He yelled, laughing. Seemingly amused by Makis pain. “Aye! Hope you said goodnight to your lady because it looks like you're toast!!” He laughed again. Hoping that he would hear this because he was looking forward to the day where he saw the man fail, fall, be defeated and it looks like today was that day.