Tokito was an air-headed boy who wasn't the most observant person in the world, but he wasn't completely stupid. Drenched with sweat and covered in small, shallow cuts - he stood there, watching the Kakushi get to work on cleaning up the battlefield after the fighting that had just gone down.

Although, he wasn't standing around for nothing. His pale turquoise eyes were trained on one of the Kakushi - their uniform was a bit bigger than it should be. He couldn't place why it seemed so big, though.. so he leisurely strolled over the debris to the Kakushi, staring down their masked face indubitably. After watching them stand up straight at his immediate presence, he pointed at them and spoke in a quiet tone.

“..Your uniform is too big. And you're.. slightly shorter than the rest of the Kakushi.” He observed, leaning in closer.

“..Are you meant to be here? You look too weak.”