His calmness is often perceived as arrogance which it is not the pugilist intent, to begin with. if people are not bothering themselves to know him, then he has no obligation to explain his actions. after all, being here was not for the purpose to make friendships, but to fight. he was not looking for acceptance or acknowledgment from anyone, but from her, his Mother–Arecia.
The two cadets successfully cast their magic, it was a nice gesture from the other to heal him even when he said he’s fine. he cannot ponder on why would he do that because this is not the right time to question human nature.
Turning around, he clutched his hands and nod. he feels better, no, way better. perhaps it is due to the healing spell or the sense of responsibility that he was (constantly) reminded of. if his eyes did not deceive him in this dusty mood, the other’s smile was somewhat reassuring; he got his back? perhaps he is reading too much into this.
Time is of an essence and the byakko soldier was not about to give them more time to construct a better plan so he started shooting at them. good thing that ‘wall’ can last for a while until Eight figures a better way to reach that bastard. going straight ahead is kind of suicidal, so he chose to hide behind some debris on the left side, but before he sprints there he spoke to the boy once again.
“Thank you. Stay behind the wall no matter what.”
it was a not a long skirmish, ended with the monk’s victory. ah…more blood. and the cycle repeats. who’s this? another dead body his hands only remember.
It was weird, he concluded each and every time. How a loss of life on the other side was deemed a victory and a necessity for themselves to stay alive. Strike before they had the chance to everyone repeated, some empty mantra that never really made the fear in their eyes vanish. ‘The strong survive’ and ‘it’s you or them’ and it all sounded like they were nothing but beasts and acted according to the laws of the strongest lives. Hinata hated them for invading their ground, for what they did to Lorica and the non-existent respect for Orience. Hated them and still had to look away. How did you get used to killing.
“Are you alright?”, he asked when he returned, eyes quickly examining his body for injuries that might need immediate healing, he couldn’t do much more than that when the other seemed to be in good health still. For a second he almost asked if they were safe, as if that word existed during missions. “Do you know if there’s others close?”, was said instead, intending to check on their well-being. The Class Zero cadets did well if he was anything to go by, but the other classes might not be as lucky.
