As uninterested as Masanori had set about playing at, there was something to learn through observation about one's allies and enemies. The latter was absent, but the former was as close to present as it could be, he supposed, and it was for that reason he had taken to making use of his peripheral to observe the spar between his teammates whilst tending to the spiders in his care.
Yes, spiders.
In addition to Miourugumo, he was accompanied by a younger spider roughly the size of a hand who had seemed rather intently focused on Ami and taken to whispering in his usually free ear. Something was wrong. He had gathered that himself, of course, for her silence. Both Mi-chan and her sibling had confirmed it, but Masanori said nothing. He continued to say nothing, watching with a seemingly relaxed gaze via his peripheral.
That is, until she fell. Then, he turned his head to look directly at the scene he had been observing and was utterly still save for that movement. The words pierced the silence, however, and he stood slow, moving onto the field uncannily quick for how precisely slow his movements were a moment earlier. He stopped in front of her and lifted a finger as though to warn against further action, his gaze dropping to Ami.
Not prey, he has to remind himself, for all that she looks it in that moment. Not prey.
"You 'think'? Idiot," he practically spat the words. "You shouldn't have set foot on the field knowing your health was compromised. Would you have done the same on the battlefield? Who's going to replace you if you fall, aa? Did you even think this through? Well, answer me!"
Harsh? Perhaps. As far as Masanori was concerned, however, anyone willing to set foot on the battlefield in a compromised state had better be willing to accept the potential lashing that might follow, be it physical or verbal. Anyone who didn't expect or accept it with grace was a fool.
14th - TRAINING GROUNDS
Yes, spiders.
In addition to Miourugumo, he was accompanied by a younger spider roughly the size of a hand who had seemed rather intently focused on Ami and taken to whispering in his usually free ear. Something was wrong. He had gathered that himself, of course, for her silence. Both Mi-chan and her sibling had confirmed it, but Masanori said nothing. He continued to say nothing, watching with a seemingly relaxed gaze via his peripheral.
That is, until she fell. Then, he turned his head to look directly at the scene he had been observing and was utterly still save for that movement. The words pierced the silence, however, and he stood slow, moving onto the field uncannily quick for how precisely slow his movements were a moment earlier. He stopped in front of her and lifted a finger as though to warn against further action, his gaze dropping to Ami.
Not prey, he has to remind himself, for all that she looks it in that moment. Not prey.
"You 'think'? Idiot," he practically spat the words. "You shouldn't have set foot on the field knowing your health was compromised. Would you have done the same on the battlefield? Who's going to replace you if you fall, aa? Did you even think this through? Well, answer me!"
Harsh? Perhaps. As far as Masanori was concerned, however, anyone willing to set foot on the battlefield in a compromised state had better be willing to accept the potential lashing that might follow, be it physical or verbal. Anyone who didn't expect or accept it with grace was a fool.