"That's him. He's a chameleon type, so he disappears when he touches water."

He's really trying his best to stick to the facts here, but the man's dazzling smile is distracting. What...what is this? And wait, did the man ask him something else?

"Call me Kaiba. And---oh, he's getting away!"

The familiar yellow fin appears above one of the waves, alarmingly far out. Kisara and Goose join their distraught trainer at the shoreline at this point...but Kisara seems to have an idea. She tugs on Seto's pant leg and points at the surfboard.

"Pika! Pika!"

Well, it's worth a shot.

"...Toshinori, do you surf?"