“look how many hits it took ya.” (kusaka)
“ Shut up!! – I don’t recall asking you to keep count, Kusaka!! “ he threateningly rebuttals, irritation unmistakable whilst the child’s tempestuous tongue forthwith lodged onto the defensive as a reaction to the judgemental commentary that had skin-crawlingly unfurled from the older student’s unrequested evaluation. -– The blistering embarrassment of having been witnessed, first-hand and in close proximity, in his current moment of strain exhibiting far too overtly ‘pon his character. – Albeit Kusaka had been, regrettably, correct. -– It had taken him approximately four and a half attempts to accomplish a one hundred percent connection with the selected target with one of the simplest of Kidous written in the academic textbooks; the Shakkaho. - Not out of inability, of course, but out of a distraction agitating his otherwise determined concentration. – Earlier in the afternoon, he had been given words that Hinamori was graduating - Becoming a full-fledged Shinigami. - And it gnaws at him with worry .- But he won’t disclose such information to his colleague for he knew completely well that they’d ridicule him further for it. - Pivoting his anatomy to confront the man, face to face, he elevates a hand, directing his outspread palm in the sole direction of their presently unguarded Torso.
“ Let’s see how many hits it’ll take me to knock this meddling target down. “