"Hah, watch this!"

The little fool had been at it for a good minute, showing you and your cohorts tricks the whole lot of you had little, if any, interest in. It was beneficial to both him and your cause, true enough. Couldn't have Haruta running off and dying immediately, all thanks to his sub-par skill in hand-to-hand combat. Juzo was generous in that regard, bestowing him with a weapon that might even make him something that passed as useful. Still, he didn't need to flaunt it the way he did, especially when he knew there was no conceivable way in which you could care less.

"What?" He noticed your lack of response, turning over to view your resting form against the vine-adorned stone wall while using his blade to push lightly aside vine and foliage. This place was a temporary haven for recollecting of thoughts, strength— touching base. But it was hard to do as much when you could hardly think, and the only talking he wanted to do was talking you absolutely did not want to do.

If anything was obvious, it was this— You two were utterly incompatible.

"Don't tell me you're jealous!~ Is that why you've been radio silent this whole time, mm?"