[He's got his teeth bared, in part because he doesn't know what's coming, in part because he's still struggling against the part of him that seems like a monster in human skin, the part that enjoys the feeling of flesh giving under his blade. Following Tsuna, there are a lot of kinds of crazy he'll get to be, but that isn't one. Can't be.
Instead he watches, backs up a ways as Yamamoto takes his stance. He doesn't know what's coming, he's never seen this stance even studying the style. There's no way of knowing if he'll survive it, no matter how ridiculous and out of place it looks. So he raises his blade and watches, waiting. The pain from his chest and the multitude of smaller cuts barely touches his mind. The cold of the water seeping into him with the continued bloodloss can't compare to the rush of adrenaline.
Now or never. If he can get past this technique, he can win it still. He has to.]
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[He's got his teeth bared, in part because he doesn't know what's coming, in part because he's still struggling against the part of him that seems like a monster in human skin, the part that enjoys the feeling of flesh giving under his blade. Following Tsuna, there are a lot of kinds of crazy he'll get to be, but that isn't one. Can't be.
Instead he watches, backs up a ways as Yamamoto takes his stance. He doesn't know what's coming, he's never seen this stance even studying the style. There's no way of knowing if he'll survive it, no matter how ridiculous and out of place it looks. So he raises his blade and watches, waiting. The pain from his chest and the multitude of smaller cuts barely touches his mind. The cold of the water seeping into him with the continued bloodloss can't compare to the rush of adrenaline.
Now or never. If he can get past this technique, he can win it still. He has to.]