Tetsuo shrugged his arms in response after a moment. He couldn't remember if he'd heard a family name earlier. If it was a name he'd heard before, it wasn't ringing a bell. He would think he would remember some wrinkled case of stupidly-tall impractically-large-hat if he'd seen it before.
It took him a moment to register that Katsuro had ordered him, again, to attend to his teammates, and affirmed he would take care of this. When Tetsuo did finally understand, he nodded mutely. Should he say something? It didn't matter, because in the next moment Katsuro was gone. Tetsuo flinched when the grenade detonated, causing a much larger explosion than he was used to from paper bombs. He watched in awe Katsuro pounced on his opponent with an animalistic ferocity. He couldn't see anymore due to the smoke blown up from the bomb, but he heard the destruction his instructor had left in his wake.
He wanted to watch, but something told him that he needed to get himself far, far from their range if he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire. That, and he knew his teammates needed him.
Not wasting any more time, he ran back to find his teammates.
As if on cue, Haruki heard the bomb that was set off somewhere in the distance. His head still felt fuzzy and slow. He certainly didn't feel like he was in the right headspace to be tampering with some pouches hanging below a polar bear's waistline. That was nevertheless what he knew he would have to do. He nodded dumbly, then crawled closer to Toshio's waist to start rummaging for supplies. Haruki had his own, but they had all been in his bag which was God knows where now.
Tetsuo arrived then. He slowed, staring warily at Toshio, even though he knew logically it was Katsuro's summon, then ran straight to Mizu.
Haruki wanted to tell him that Mizu was alive (he assumed, anyway, since Toshio had told him to help patch them up, including her), but the words felt thick and muddled in his mouth, and he couldn't speak anymore. Tetsuo was pressing his head to her chest like he wouldn't believe it until he heard her heartbeat for himself anyway.
The silence between them, only broken by the slow, but steady, thumping of Mizu's heart, left far too much room for Tetsuo to hear his own thoughts now. This was his fault. He knew it, and that fact made him feel sick. He shouldn't have thrown those bombs, that was stupid of him. He could have just as much just let himself get sucked in to try to land a hit. It had just been a clone, after all. He'd seen firsthand Mizu put her own body in front of Genzo's, just to cover every mistake he had made. It was cowardly that he hadn't gotten the nerve to do the same. When the wind bullets had come, too, he should have pulled her out. Knocked out, she had been completely left open to attack. He assumed that it was Toshio that had dragged her here, and if he or Katsuro had shown up any later...
He stopped himself there. He didn't have time to list off every one of his regrets. He'd drive himself insane if he did.
Tetsuo picked himself off the ground. He grabbed a canteen out of his bag and took a swig. It barely did anything to help his throat. Tetsuo wiped the dribble of water off the corner of his mouth. "Haruki, take care of her and I'll cover you."
Haruki hesitated, having found the supplies Toshio had told him to grab, but suddenly blanking on which he needed now. "What do I..."
Tetsuo couldn't believe this needed to be saved, then he remembered the exact airhead that he was dealing with. "Stop the bleeding first. That cut," he pointed to the one from the wind bullet, "looks worst, so start with that."
He nodded, even though he was still unsure of the best way to do this. He grabbed gauze, but it felt too wide and not long enough. He heard Tetsuo walking around him and started to try to push Mizu's body on her side to get a better angle for the cut.
Tetsuo interjected. "Jeez, if you're going to do that, at least sit her up."
Haruki nodded numbly, just as before, but before he could do anything, Tetsuo had already wrapped his arms under Mizu's pits and lift and drag her up against the nearest trunk. Haruki followed.
Blood had dribbled down to Haruki's fingertips from all the cuts lining his arms. He pressed the clean side of the gauze up against the cut.
Of all injuries Haruki had sustained, the one that concerned Tetsuo the most was whatever had bloodied his hair. He stood behind where Haruki leaned over Mizu and, gingerly, dug through matted hair to find the cut on his scalp. He heard Haruki suck in a breath when his fingertips found open flesh. It was close to the middle, but thankfully it didn't seem like he'd cracked his head open or anything. He poked at it a few more time to find an approximate start and end point then, without warning, started pouring the lukewarm water on his head. "What happened?" he asked, brushing his fingers through soft hair to try to run the blood clumps out.
"There was a paperbomb. Knocked me into a crane." Haruki spoke uncharacteristically quiet. He didn't have the energy to say any more than that, and a wave of dizziness washed over his again with the blood washing down his head.
Without a word, Tetsuo pressed dressing of his own to the cut on Haruki's head to stuff any more bleeding.
It took him a moment to register that Katsuro had ordered him, again, to attend to his teammates, and affirmed he would take care of this. When Tetsuo did finally understand, he nodded mutely. Should he say something? It didn't matter, because in the next moment Katsuro was gone. Tetsuo flinched when the grenade detonated, causing a much larger explosion than he was used to from paper bombs. He watched in awe Katsuro pounced on his opponent with an animalistic ferocity. He couldn't see anymore due to the smoke blown up from the bomb, but he heard the destruction his instructor had left in his wake.
He wanted to watch, but something told him that he needed to get himself far, far from their range if he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire. That, and he knew his teammates needed him.
Not wasting any more time, he ran back to find his teammates.
As if on cue, Haruki heard the bomb that was set off somewhere in the distance. His head still felt fuzzy and slow. He certainly didn't feel like he was in the right headspace to be tampering with some pouches hanging below a polar bear's waistline. That was nevertheless what he knew he would have to do. He nodded dumbly, then crawled closer to Toshio's waist to start rummaging for supplies. Haruki had his own, but they had all been in his bag which was God knows where now.
Tetsuo arrived then. He slowed, staring warily at Toshio, even though he knew logically it was Katsuro's summon, then ran straight to Mizu.
Haruki wanted to tell him that Mizu was alive (he assumed, anyway, since Toshio had told him to help patch them up, including her), but the words felt thick and muddled in his mouth, and he couldn't speak anymore. Tetsuo was pressing his head to her chest like he wouldn't believe it until he heard her heartbeat for himself anyway.
The silence between them, only broken by the slow, but steady, thumping of Mizu's heart, left far too much room for Tetsuo to hear his own thoughts now. This was his fault. He knew it, and that fact made him feel sick. He shouldn't have thrown those bombs, that was stupid of him. He could have just as much just let himself get sucked in to try to land a hit. It had just been a clone, after all. He'd seen firsthand Mizu put her own body in front of Genzo's, just to cover every mistake he had made. It was cowardly that he hadn't gotten the nerve to do the same. When the wind bullets had come, too, he should have pulled her out. Knocked out, she had been completely left open to attack. He assumed that it was Toshio that had dragged her here, and if he or Katsuro had shown up any later...
He stopped himself there. He didn't have time to list off every one of his regrets. He'd drive himself insane if he did.
Tetsuo picked himself off the ground. He grabbed a canteen out of his bag and took a swig. It barely did anything to help his throat. Tetsuo wiped the dribble of water off the corner of his mouth. "Haruki, take care of her and I'll cover you."
Haruki hesitated, having found the supplies Toshio had told him to grab, but suddenly blanking on which he needed now. "What do I..."
Tetsuo couldn't believe this needed to be saved, then he remembered the exact airhead that he was dealing with. "Stop the bleeding first. That cut," he pointed to the one from the wind bullet, "looks worst, so start with that."
He nodded, even though he was still unsure of the best way to do this. He grabbed gauze, but it felt too wide and not long enough. He heard Tetsuo walking around him and started to try to push Mizu's body on her side to get a better angle for the cut.
Tetsuo interjected. "Jeez, if you're going to do that, at least sit her up."
Haruki nodded numbly, just as before, but before he could do anything, Tetsuo had already wrapped his arms under Mizu's pits and lift and drag her up against the nearest trunk. Haruki followed.
Blood had dribbled down to Haruki's fingertips from all the cuts lining his arms. He pressed the clean side of the gauze up against the cut.
Of all injuries Haruki had sustained, the one that concerned Tetsuo the most was whatever had bloodied his hair. He stood behind where Haruki leaned over Mizu and, gingerly, dug through matted hair to find the cut on his scalp. He heard Haruki suck in a breath when his fingertips found open flesh. It was close to the middle, but thankfully it didn't seem like he'd cracked his head open or anything. He poked at it a few more time to find an approximate start and end point then, without warning, started pouring the lukewarm water on his head. "What happened?" he asked, brushing his fingers through soft hair to try to run the blood clumps out.
"There was a paperbomb. Knocked me into a crane." Haruki spoke uncharacteristically quiet. He didn't have the energy to say any more than that, and a wave of dizziness washed over his again with the blood washing down his head.
Without a word, Tetsuo pressed dressing of his own to the cut on Haruki's head to stuff any more bleeding.