[His opponent's bluster makes him laugh, despite the circumstances, and even Squalo's retort against his style isn't enough to wipe the grin off of his face. That wasn't the first time he'd heard that, nor would it be the last.]
I'll show you.
[Though it was a losing argument with Yamamoto either way, because even if he did lose, it would be through his own failings and had nothing to do with the style. He shook off the momentary image of his father's stern face, swearing out in surprise when Squalo connected with his arm. It'd be little better than useless, and he was surprised that he'd gotten past his guard.
Ah, maybe he had been getting a little ahead of himself.]
Guess I can't play around with someone like you, can I?
[With his arm in that state, he would have to end this quickly. He slid into his ninth stance, deciding that this would be the deciding exchange.]
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I'll show you.
[Though it was a losing argument with Yamamoto either way, because even if he did lose, it would be through his own failings and had nothing to do with the style. He shook off the momentary image of his father's stern face, swearing out in surprise when Squalo connected with his arm. It'd be little better than useless, and he was surprised that he'd gotten past his guard.
Ah, maybe he had been getting a little ahead of himself.]
Guess I can't play around with someone like you, can I?
[With his arm in that state, he would have to end this quickly. He slid into his ninth stance, deciding that this would be the deciding exchange.]
Let's end this then.