[Kicking ass is great. This study is great, in fact, but the administrators really could have stood to give them more supplies to start out. It was no fun if the given opponents (most of them already woefully incapable) weakened themselves by exhausting food or water too quickly.
But there were a certain few Kamui hoped would make it to the end with him, who he hoped could give him a good final fight or three, and either he'd walk away the winner or die satisfied.
Shinsuke Takasugi was one of them.
Shinsuke Takasugi looked, at present, to be on his last leg, and that leg wasn't even his own, it was the goddamn tree he was leaning on.
Can't have that.
So, as Takasugi slides down the tree, Kamui reaches into his bag - and smears blood all over the opening to said bag, ah well, perils of not bothering to clean off after every kill - to fish out a half-empty bottle of water, clearly stolen from the dying hands of another student, but... supplies were supplies...
And he'll toss the bottle of water right at Takasugi's feet. No sense getting close enough to hand it to him, that's inviting a strike from that mangled knife. No sense in taking him out now, with a quick swing from his already bent, dented, and blood-splattered bat to leave him a smear of brains and gore on the tree when he wanted to save this one to the end.
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But there were a certain few Kamui hoped would make it to the end with him, who he hoped could give him a good final fight or three, and either he'd walk away the winner or die satisfied.
Shinsuke Takasugi was one of them.
Shinsuke Takasugi looked, at present, to be on his last leg, and that leg wasn't even his own, it was the goddamn tree he was leaning on.
Can't have that.
So, as Takasugi slides down the tree, Kamui reaches into his bag - and smears blood all over the opening to said bag, ah well, perils of not bothering to clean off after every kill - to fish out a half-empty bottle of water, clearly stolen from the dying hands of another student, but... supplies were supplies...
And he'll toss the bottle of water right at Takasugi's feet. No sense getting close enough to hand it to him, that's inviting a strike from that mangled knife. No sense in taking him out now, with a quick swing from his already bent, dented, and blood-splattered bat to leave him a smear of brains and gore on the tree when he wanted to save this one to the end.
So he'll be saving him now.
Rare kindnesses, or something like that.]
You look like shit.