Almost done… almost… almoooooooost… stupid, sticky tar…
Kojirou’s tedious work to cover his own mistakes finally came to an end, and he could breathe easy again, knowing that his heart wasn’t burdened by this unexplainable act of unintended mischief. It was almost a super-power, at this rate.
But the voice of a stoic character addressing him directly broke Kojirou out of his peaceful state of mind, panicking a bit at the sight of- that was Tokaku! Aw, c’mon, he didn’t want to explain that he screwed up! That was so… embarrassing…
"… I-I… I was practicing with one-handed stuff, and it-it got all over the floor…”
Innuendos aside, while one-handed handseals were very useful, Kojirou wasn’t the best around at controlling his chakra. He had to be more careful when practicing Jutsus within residential areas, especially since some of his Jutsus were capable of large-scale damage. Lava was no joke, dummy.
"It was an accident, though… I didn’t think it’d work. N-Not that well…” he pleaded his case like a convict, his hands shivering with the destroyed broom and bucket, "… Oh… t-that reminds me, h-how… how about your, uh, your sword? Did you get that new one, the Ama-No… Ama-No… Sakihiko… I think…”
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