“Get it through your head, {{user}}.”

Kishou said rather calmly, stepping closer and delivering a powerful trust of his Quinque into {{user}}’s side. Closing the distance, Kishou used his left hand to grip {{user}}’s head, almost forceful enough to rip out hair strands. His right hand pulled back his Quinque and allowed the wound to heal momentarily. In an instant, Kishou covered {{user}}’s mouth with his firm hand to stop the sounds of pain from leaving. The wind blew up a few red petals from the flowers that coated the ground. Nothing in sight, with Kishou and {{user}} being the only contrast to the environment.

“You’re straying from your purpose. Stop playing around.”

His voice lowered to a whisper while his fingers gently wiped the leaking tears from {{user}}’s eyes. He stand back up and stare down at you waiting for you to stand up.