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[hardtohandle]

[Fighting had never been an issue for Kashuu Kiyomitsu. When he was offered the opportunity to go back to the bloodshed, he accepted happily. There was still something thrilling about it, after all, feeling the blade cut through enemies. Out-witting and out-fencing opponents was fun. But the adrenaline pumping through his inhuman veins was because there was always a risk. Sometimes, you get a bit too confident.]

Ah... Did I overdo it? [His voice is low and calm, but there's a hiss of pain after it. He kicks the body at his feet, feeling a bit relieved as it started to crumble. He kept a firm hand on his blade as he checked around for any other enemies that might still be around. It seems the coast was clear. Maybe even too clear. Ah, shit. He ran off too far, didn't he?]

Heyyy, Master! [he cups his hands around his mouth and calls. When that elicits another sharp pang, he drops a hand and places it over his side. Inhale, exhale. His mind starts assessing the damage while he starts walking towards the main combat group. The more steps he takes, the more he's filled with a certain sense of anxiety.] Maaaaster... [he draws out his words while looking for the now-familiar white hair.]