[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Hisao quietly steps outside of the Sourei household, puts on his shoes and walks into the moderately sized backyard. He adjusts his outfit for the thousandth time today. It consists of the same base layers as what he would usually wear, but he has opted for a shorter jacket instead, still in the same off white colours. It is definitively more worn and torn but he figures that for today's plans it will do just fine.

He eyes his surroundings, seeing if his brother has arrived yet or not. Kobashi has promised to train with him today - a rare occurrence though that was not unusual. They had not agreed on a set time and even then, Hisao was used to waiting, knowing how busy his brother was and continues to be. As far as he was aware it wouldn’t be too long now until Kobashi had to go on another mission and so this was one of their last chances to meet before his brother would be gone for an undetermined amount of time.
Hisao secretly hates the idea of his brother leaving the village, leaving them, but he knows that even if he voices any protests, Kobashi has a duty beyond this residence and so, he keeps quiet.

Having already paced around inside for hours and trying to meditate for even longer, he settles for wandering around, naturally nearing the edge of the pond. As he gets there he looks down and upon seeing his own annoyed expression he furrows his brows even further before taking a breath, closing his eyes and cooling his expression. When he looks back, with the practised face of indifference, he adjusts his mask to better cover the lower half, hoping it’ll help him keep his cool.
He’d been caught between excitement and fear all day, a bussing beneath his skin he couldn’t quite get rid of no matter what he did. He clenches his teeth and turns back around, facing away from the pond and towards the house. As far as he was aware, he had been alone here since, at the very least, early this morning.

Because of the tall walls surrounding the residence, there is barely any wind to speak of and all sound from the outside is greatly muffled. Still, Hisao can’t help but try to listen in, trying to catch the sound of anyone approaching.

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[Sourei Kobashi]

The day had been an extremely busy one, with a mountain of paperwork for official reports and recommendations for garrison allocations submitted to the jounin hanchou interrupted by the occasional meeting with a few jounin who had complaints that had to be passed up the command chain. It had been mind numbing work to a certain extent, but at the same time served as the calm before the upcoming storm. Kobashi had been assigned to a S-Rank mission that he was going to be leaving for in roughly a week's time. It had given him time to think and in those moments of reflection he had arrived at the decision that he needed to see how far Hisao had progressed in his training.

It was towards that goal that Kobashi was now walking towards. Normally he went home when his day of work was done, but today the most important job was about to be started. Out of sheer habit Kobashi approached with utter silence, the training for the Silent Killing Technique ingrained in his muscle memory at this point and impossible to not use unless he actively attempted to do so. Entering the compound, Kobashi quickly spotted Hisao who seemed to already be looking at the gate.

Had he been simply staring at the gate waiting for him? Had he somehow noticed Kobashi's approach somehow? Perhaps it had even just been sheer coincidence. While Kobashi hoped that the boy had somehow sensed him, his instinct told him the second option was the most unlikely.

Kobashi gave a nod of acknowledgement towards Hisao, but did not immediately say anything. Instead he set about shedding himself of those things which would be unnecessary for the training session he had promised. His bag of paperwork and a smaller bag of vegetables purchased on his way home were both set closer to the house before the jounin adjusted the belt at his waist holding his ninjato as well as some additional gear. Finally turning his attention back to Hisao, Kobashi would speak at long last.


"You did get rest earlier, yes?"


The words were said in his usual soft tone, but the overly-polite mannerisms he typically spoke to others with had somewhat lessened. His eyes that typically seemed to have an element of distance to them now stared at Hisao hard, much like an authority figure who knew something wrong had been done likely, while not necessarily what it was specifically.

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Huh?

Somehow Kobashi had walked through the gate in complete silence - Hisao had barely noticed he had stared right at him as he entered. He barely sees the nod in greeting before he adverts his glare, trying to hide the fact that he had been staring intently into open space for so long he had kind of zoned out.

He felt somewhat embarrassed by being caught off guard like this, even knowing that he likely never would learn to sense Kobashi before he would appear. Hisao willed back the colour that threatened to rise to his face and took a quiet breath, turning back to his brother.


He watched him putting his things down and at the sight of the vegetables somehow got caught thinking

What should we make for dinner? Would Kobashi stay this time or would he leave as soon as training was over? Would he need to make more than just for tonight? Perhaps he should make something for Kobashi to bring to work? Maybe some for the mission? What would one even eat, it would have to be practical for the road, probably but also nourishing and-

It was almost as if now that he was there, the buzzing beneath his skin had a focus and his train of thought had gone from blank to overwhelming. That was, until Kobashi spoke up.
Hisao had hastily picked up his gaze from the bag of vegetables and stared at his brother. He felt caught beneath his gaze and while he had briefly opened his mouth to speak he knew his brother would instantly catch it should he lie. Not that he would have called what he would have said as a lie - depending on your definition of "earlier” that is. He had slept, but not since near midnight. Luckily he had turned in early the previous day, so while he felt tired he had figured it would be just as likely from his constant worry as his lack of rest. His arms and legs were truthfully a little tired from sitting and standing still so much, but he had felt that as soon as the rush of exercise would hit him, he would be fine.. probably. He would have warmed up, but he had had no idea when Kobashi would have returned and frankly didn't want to run laps around the garden until he did.


He settled for a short nod and a furrow of his brows, defyingly trying to return the look but not quite managing it. Would there be one, he would let the silence linger for a moment before he walked forward and got closer to his brother. As he did, he peered up, in an attempt to get a sense of the time.

Just how long had he waited outside? Perhaps if he had just stayed out here, time would pass by much quicker. If perhaps he spent the week out here, his brother would return just like today and he could pretend he had never left in the first place.

At that thought he looked at his brother and inspected him from a shorter distance, momentarily defaulting to his more recently acquired medical role.

Had HE slept?

No matter how annoying he would find it, it would likely be clear to Kobashi that a dark storm of thoughts continued to haunt him. Perhaps knowing this, he tried to turn it back on him.

"Have you?”

Hisao then asked, with a tone that implied he didn't think his brother had much time for neither rest nor sleep. His voice had also sounded a little rough from not having been used all day, if not longer. He continued to looked him over, avoiding direct eye-contact. He stood with a slight slouch to him and facing him directly, hands down at his side and his nails dug into his palms.

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[Sourei Kobashi]

Kobashi's stare lingered for a good while, waiting for an answer that was never spoken; instead he got a basic nod of the head. Despite Hisao's motioned affirmation, the general nervousness paired with the near fugue like state when Kobashi had first entered the compound's walls as well as the idle glances to Kobashi that such was not the truth. Before he had time to chastise Hisao though, the younger boy returned the question to Kobashi in kind.

It was true that Kobashi did not get the sleep he probably should have been having. In truth, Kobashi had not had a truly good night's sleep for probably well over a decade. Instead it was just hours at a time here and there with just determination, fear and duty keeping him pushing through it all this time. Truth be told though, he had honestly come to prefer the fits of sleep from exhaustion rather than the normal sleep he used to have; simply too many nightmares lurked within that sort of sleep for his liking.


"I've gotten as much as I needed."


The words were firm and slowed towards the end, the sort of tone where he might as well have been telling Hisao not to give him lip. Overall though it did at least make Kobashi drop the question. While Kobashi might normally have pressed it or simply just called off their little evaluation session then and there as a means of punishment for failing to get enough rest to prepare himself for this moment. . . Kobashi simply could not afford to do such right now. No, right now Kobashi needed to have a clear understanding of where Hisao's skills were in a combat situation.


"If we're going to do this, I'll have no half-hearted tries. We also only do it once. If you fail to give maximum effort here, then we'll just call it a day and go inside. Understood?"

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Hisao had managed to stop an apology from tumbling out, surprised momentarily when Kobashi had responded, surprised mostly by how he had not been scolded into oblivion right then and there. He felt his mind strengthen with resolve and his body followed that as he moved to stand straight. Sensing the seriousness of the situation, he ground his heels into the dirt below, better securing his stance.

"Understood. As always, I’ll do my best -”

Hisao said with the tone a diligent student would towards a revered teacher, knowing there would be try, only doing. Quickly, he met his brothers eyes, and added, as he always had, but in a manner without emotion - stated as one would an undeniable fact;

".. Ani-Ue”

Hisao wasn’t stupid. Even when he felt consumed by frustration and worry, it often would not take more than one specific look from Sourei Kobashi and Hisao would be promptly reminded of exactly who he was, but also more importantly, who the man in front of him was and had done for him all these years.
And so, while Hisao would not be able to completely shake the worry for his brother's health quite yet, for now it had been made clear that if he would not be able to, he might as well not have waited all day, no, all week for this. This was not someone whose time was so easily wasted, even he knew that much.

He cleared his head as best he could and tried to focus back on Kobashi and their surroundings - the grass beneath his feet, the pond behind him and the man in front of him, easily the most eerie of it all, the quietness of Kobashi unnatural still, even after having lived with him for most of his life.

He drew a kunai from his belt and spun it in his hand before holding it tightly. While combat wasn’t his greatest strength, he had figured Kobashi was not here to see how well Hisao could bandage a cut finger or how many of the human body's organs he could recite from memory.
He continued to look directly at Kobashi, waiting quietly for further instructions. He knew that he had already been toeing the line of disobedience and childishness and that one more unprompted word or phrase might be the last straw.

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[Sourei Kobashi]

Kobashi watched as Hisao seemed to snap back into the actual reason for this little rendezvous. Satisfied with how quickly the boy took his cue, Kobashi also prepared himself; first step for Kobashi was removing his ninjato from his belt. The Jounin did not draw the blade, but rather removed the belt which affixed both sheath and blade to his waist before winding said belt around the sheath and handguard so as to ensure the sheath would not come off easily. The second step in his preparations was just to take a few steps back to where he had set down his paperwork and the bag of goods next to it. Bending down for a moment Kobashi produced a persimmon from the bag of food and held it aloft in his left hand for Hisao to see.


"The task is simple. Break the skin of this persimmon."


Kobashi's plan going forward was quite simple; so long as Hisao made calculated attacks then Kobashi would only focus on dodging to ensure the persimmon was not damaged. Should Hisao decide to do some more reckless attack however then the bound sword in its sheath would serve as a physical reminder not to do something so foolish. To make it a more fair contest Kobashi also had no plans to make use of his bloodline, otherwise escape would be far too easy. He sincerely doubted that even these handicaps would make it a challenge that Hisao could still actually pull off, but the main point of this exercise was to get an idea of Hisao's combat senses, his overall decision making capability in a fight.

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Hisao bit back another question and watched him move about. He had watched with concealed interest as Kobashi secured the sheath to his ninjato, knowing that one day he would likely have to learn to wield a proper weapon himself, rather than sticking to solely using kunai and shurikens. Technically he knew he would never be completely without a weapon should he truly need it, but he would rather not that come to show..

However when Kobashi had produced the small fruit from the bag, he regretted not having spent more time target practising.. This was not going to be easy, not that Hisao had ever expected as much from Kobashi, seeing as whether it had been a pop quiz on some history lesson or general tasks, Hisao had the impression nothing but near perfection would ever be enough for him.

So while the task itself, breaking the skin of a persimmon, sounded easy enough, he knew Kobahsi was never going to let it be just that.


Hisao thought through his options - he had gotten fairly good at using the Hidden Mist technique but even if it might help him conceal where his attacks would come from, it would help Kobashi and his unnatural silence so much more than it ever would Hisao, so that idea got scrapped pretty quickly..
His clones were still pretty useless, as they would take form but they still did not cast a shadow and Hisao knew Kobashi would never fall for them anyways. Exhausting most of his jutsu, he knew he would likely have to run in there without any, as most of what remained was for healing or defence and not something that was likely to help him here.


With that in mind, Hisao had drawn another kunai and looked around. Even the pond wouldn’t help him, as he’d seen Kobashi walk on the water's surface before. Best he could do now was to try and distract Kobashi and attempt to get a hit in that way.


Hisao swallowed the discomfort of rushing in and did just that - running towards him in what he tried to make a randomised zig-zag pattern, for while Hisao had never been the strongest of his peers, he had always been fast.

His plan settled, Hisao would throw one kunai towards where the persimmon was held aloft, knowing it wouldn’t hit, but potentially distracting Kobashi enough to he wouldn’t notice the second kunai, direct lower towards his chest, towards where someone’s hand would naturally be directed if they tried to protect something small from being snatched away.

He would then continue his movement, moving around him with enough distance where Hisao assumed Kobashi would still have to move from his spot to hit him, even with the distance of the sheathed blade. Even if he would not have hit anything, the way Kobashi would react to this might help him plan for his next attack.

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[Sourei Kobashi]

Kobashi gazed at Hisao with unblinking eyes waiting for the young man's opening move for this little test. The boy hesitated for a moment or two, like trying to come up with some sort of attack plan. Had Kobashi somehow been privy to what the boy was thinking he likely would have agreed with his original assessment that the Hidden Mist technique would have helped himself far more than it would have helped Hisao. Had the boy attempted such a method it would have quickly earned a thwack of the sheathed blade as a repercussion.

Finally Hisao moved into action; the boy drew a second kunai and in a practiced albeit otherwise unremarkable attempt both the kunai were thrown in rapid succession. Had the boy learned to throw multiple kunai or shuriken in a single hand and learned to hide the second projectile in the shadow of the first then maybe the trick would have gone unnoticed. Unfortunately the difference in experience was too great was was caught by Kobashi's gaze.

Rather than dodge to the side, ducking down or jumping into the air; Kobashi instead took three steps back. The first of these steps brought him closer to the wall he had set the bag near earlier, the second had Kobashi raise his left foot for its sole to be placed against the wall while chakra was molded to his feet as he used the Act of Tree Climbing and the third backwards step took him further up the wall and a bit to the side as the kunai impacted said wall below him. At the end Kobashi simply dropped off the wall and took a step forward that was more of a short drop and moved back to his position, turning to keep his right side which held the sheathed blade facing Hisao as he attempted to maneuver around Kobashi.

"A ranged attack is a good way to probe your enemy's defense without using much of your own strength. They are unlikely to hit, but at least will let you know that they are no amateur."

It was not said as praise per say, but instead came out more matter of fact as if Kobashi was stating the obvious understanding Hisao should have or possibly as if he was commentating to some invisible audience around them his opinion on why Hisao had chosen to do that particular attack.

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Tsk... Couldn’t even pretend like he didn’t see it coming a mile away.. What now?

Hisao thought as Kobashi jumped down from the wall. He knew he needed to act quickly, but getting close was risky. He had to get creative, and try with another distraction.

Well maybe if you taught me more or had let me take up practice outside of the bare minimums of the academy, I’d have more tricks up my sleeve.. Not that saying any of this will help, excuses excuses Hisao…

As Kobashi spoke, Hisao had moved to the wall where his kunai had landed and saw the bags of groceries Kobashi had brought in. In a moment of trickery, as he got up to face Kobashi again, he grabbed both the kunai and one of the bags, letting the kunai nick the bottom of the bag as he stood and turned. He would then rush at Kobashi, for the first second or so still trying to hide the bag but by then swinging it so the contents would scatter out and at Kobashi. Moving from the direction of the house and attacking outward, Hisao had hoped to force Kobashi out into the open where neither his water nor wall walking would have been able to help him.

"Sorry!”

Hisao barely managed to contain his shout as the vegetables and fruits flew towards Kobashi. However, he had not actually felt all that sorry, saying it mostly out of some habit of decorum, he kept his eyes on Kobashi and waited for him to move out of the flurry of produce, with another readied attack to either throw a kunai at the held fruit should he jump or move to the side, assuming he wasn’t going to let himself get hit by any of it.

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[Sourei Kobashi]

Kobashi continued to match Hisao as they circled around and to the wall, retrieving their kunai. For a moment he wondered if Hisao only had the two blades on him, if that was the case it would likely earn a reprimand, but it proved that retrieving his blades had not been the sole intention of moving to the wall as Hisao grabbed the bag Kobashi had brought back from the marketplace and flicked the bags contents towards Kobashi.

Kobashi could have ran out of the area easily enough with the Accelerate technique or he could have just knocked the majority of the fruit back towards Hisao with the Mirror Blade technique, but he did neither. Beyond a single flick of his sheathed ninjato to knock away a different persimmon away that had been heading towards his face, Kobashi just allowed the rest of the fruit and vegetables to pelt his body leaving stains on the typically pristine clothing.


"Using the environment to your advantage is a good rule to keep in mind, but realize that threats must be substantial enough to force your opponent into deciding what you want them to do is the best option for them."


The words rang out in his usual stoic tone, speaking as if he was giving a lecture in a classroom or discussing the weather. Once again in Kobashi mind the attempt got credit for effort, but he was slightly disappointed that Hisao had not tried to follow up the distraction with some sort of attack. It might have been there was some sort of attack planned, but his own lack of response might have disrupted the plan? Regardless it would at least serve as a good lesson that a shinobi did not care for their appearance during a fight. Clothing would get burned, ripped and utterly ruined in most fights; when a real fight could result in the loss of limbs a few stains on cloth was hardly an issue.

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

"R-right!”

Hisao stumbled, with both his thoughts and movements. If this had been a real fight, now would be the time for Kobashi to end him. It had taken Hisao a moment too long, even for his own standards, to catch up again. He had flopped but had learned something important. He couldn’t assume anything and shouldn’t be giving his opponent the option of not moving. Perhaps if he had used the fruits as a disguise for an attack that would have helped, but always waiting for his opponent to react before doing anything, Hisao would always have to play defensively. He had to do the thing he was probably the most uncomfortable with, even throughout all of his time at the academy, and get in there, up close.

He grit his teeth together, took a quick breath through his nose and set into motion. He would grasp the kunai in one hand and keep the other free, planning to perhaps catch some part of Kobashi’s clothes and pull him off balance, even by a bit, but mostly to make sure he would be harder to get rid of. Even if he didn’t manage any of that, it was worth it to keep a hand free. Even his free hand alone should be able to do damage to a persimmon dammit! Frustration was starting to rise inside him and he let it help fuel him for his next attack.

Hisao would try to move in close, not going directly for the persimmon at first. For now he just needed to get close and distract Kobashi. Even if he would get struck for this, maybe that too would be distracting enough if he could capitalise on the moment. The chakra within Hisao rushing through the bones in his back and right arm, preparing to take the blunt force of the hit, should it come. Attacking from Kobahsi’s right and so naturally keeping his own right side to Kobashi, he would try to rush in and get a hold of either Kobashi’s scarf or his sleeve, trying to attach himself to this brother and to then stop him from moving the persimmon away from him. His plan would then have been to try and strike out at the persimmon with his left hand, which held the kunai.

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[Sourei Kobashi]

And now they came to it, the moment Kobashi had been expecting and ultimately the only option for Hisao; the boy closed the distance. In truth it really was the only option Hisao had left, but Kobashi was content with the decision. Kobashi might have disciplined the boy if he had started off just charging in, but Hisao had made other attempts to probe the situation even if they had not been particularly fruitful.

As Hisao moved in Kobashi stood his ground a slight frown forming due to the young boy's approach. The fact that he had to approach was fine, but he was slightly dissatisfied that he was approaching his sword arm, Kobashi let it slide however given that it would have been difficult for Hisao to approach fast enough from any side to reach him before Kobashi could turn. As soon as Hisao reached him the boy grabbed out at Kobashi's clothing. Kobashi could have just thrusted the sheathed blade towards Hisao's throat, but instead opted to knock aside the boy's hand each time he attempted to grab at his own clothing still stained with juices from the fruit assault earlier. This all lead to the final attack from Hisao, an obscured jab with a kunai from his left hand which Kobashi in stride moved his sheathed blade to block by pushing it against the inside of Hisao's left elbow to try and halt the range of motion of the boy's arm.


"You tested the enemy's defenses and made calculated decisions. Your decisions are correct. . . for the most part, we will need to focus on expanding your repertoire the ensure you have more options in dealing with threats."


From the way Kobashi spoke, it seems as if the Jounin viewed the fight as a concluded affair, even going so far as to lower the persimmon from the high position he had moved it to, to be more at chest level and directly in front of Hisao. It was not exactly meant to taunt the boy with the prize which had eluded his attacks, but might have inadvertently served as such.

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Hisao felt himself get more and more agitated. He knew he was far far below Kobashi in both skills and swiftness but to be played with like this, how could he feel anything but ridiculed?! Maybe he really had spent too much time with his nose in a book but how could he not when they were much more interesting than spend hours upon hours, day after day, doing the same training exercises alone only to get told his stances are off anyways in the rare instances Kobashi did grace him with his presence.
Plus he still had not decided on a weapon. He had felt like it was expected for him to take up the sword like his brother and perhaps that would have been the smartest option - so why hadn’t he? In a quieter moment Hisao might have reflected more on this, but for now he could barely think or even hear his brother speak, his blood pounding in his ears. Hisao missed the first few words and was momentarily stumped by what he heard.

What? I did something cor-? …Nevermind. That's more like him..

He glared up at him, catching his eyes and grinding his teeth together. He knew Kobashi was right, he’d thought so himself before this fight even started, but having it thrown in his face like this after having been bested so easily felt like having salt cast in an open wound. Hisao had bent down a bit from all the attacks and took this opportunity to slowly stand up straight again, his hands lowering slightly as he did so.
He looked almost stereotypically like a scold and defeated student, slowly moving to stand down from a fight they knew they could not win and had lost before it had ever begun.. That was until Kobashi lowered the persimmon - the mere sight of it so close, this was the opening Hisao had been waiting for! He barely spent a second to think before striking out towards it, kunai in hand.

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[Sourei Kobashi]

Kobashi's eyes did not seem to reveal any surprise at the sudden movement, although that was indeed what he felt. As the kunai came upwards, Kobashi's first instinct was to just jump back, but instead he decided to use this as a key learning moment. It was about time that Hisao learn a very fundamental rule of being a shinobi.

Rather than jumping back Kobashi's right hand darted out to grab the blade. While the glove on his hand did lessen the bite to some degree crimson droplets still spewed forth running down the shinobi tool and onto Hisao's hand. The hand held the blade in a vice like grip, it's point just a few centimeters from the flesh of the persimmon.


"Remember this Hisao. A Shinobi's duty is always to their mission first and foremost. We try to do this with minimal casualties, but if you must be injured then take the injury if it means success. My job is providing for this family and ensuring we have a place to call home. Your job now and always is to make sure you survive. If you need to take a wound to your hand to keep from losing your head, you do it. If you need to use one of your comrades as a shield, you do it." Kobashi leaned in close to speak the final words "If you need to leave me behind and run. . . you do it."


The words likely came off as cold, but internally there was a tinge of fear in Kobashi's mind. The day that this massive lie he had built up for them over the past decade might be approaching them faster than he imagined. Such would be a day of absolute fear as to whether Hisao was ready to make such difficult choices or not.

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[Sourei Hisao]

Sourei Hisao

" Just surviving in life isn’t the same as living "

Hisao’s eyes widened as he saw almost in slow motion, unable to stop it from happening, as Kobashi’s hand reached out and grasped the knife. His entire body lost all fight, the adrenaline that had been rushing through him dissipating in a second, replaced by pure, intense, dread and shock. He had.. hurt Kobashi.

Well technically, Kobashi had hurt himself, using Hisao to prove a point, but at this very moment all Hisao could think of was the blood that had started to drip from where Kobashi was holding the blade. Red crimson drops over pale skin. He could barely hear as Kobashi started his lecture, the words seemingly coming from far away though a cloud of fog. He could hear his brother, something inside him understood the words said. Still, it wasn’t truly until Kobashi had leaned in close that Hisao had snapped out of his stunned state, his eyes snapping to the side of Kobashi’s head, following it to his face once he’s lent away again.

If you need to leave me behind and run. . . you do it….

The phrase rang repeatedly in his head, his pupil's small pinpricks and his face showing borderline fear. It lasted only for a split second, as anger had surfaced from within him and he angrily let go of the Kunai, Kobashi’s hold on it having long been the only thing that kept it from dropping to the ground. His brows had furrowed and he'd felt conflicted, wanting to both step away from his brother but also wanting to punch him right in the jaw, the struggle to keep his cool clear on his overall expression and stance.

"I-. You! You idiot really think I have a better chance of surviving without you?! I’d give my arm for your life in a heartbeat you- I can’t believe you’d hurt yourself just to make some self-sacrificing point - you!”

Hisao hissed at him angrily. He couldn’t have thought clearly enough at the moment to regret his choices of words and while he’d felt ready to scream at his brother, he didn’t trust his voice not to break if he spoke any louder. He breathed and stood his ground, every fibre of his being caught between wanting to bow to his brother's commanding presence and his hatred for his brother’s, blood or not, willingness to throw his own life away and hurt himself for some dramatic proclamation of whose life is more important than who.
Hisao knew the words Kobashi had said would follow him, as they usually did. The bastard must have known just how effective this way of lecturing was of haunting Hisao's waking and dreaming hours.

"Fine. I get it- I get it. Just. Let me bandage that for you before you get it infected”

An unspoken plea at the end as he reached into one of his inner jacket pockets, retrieving some stored bandages he never left the house without these days. His face had flushed somewhat, a mixture of anger and embarrassment at his outbursts.

Sourei Kobashi

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