[ he turns his right hand around so tsuyukusa can see it. there's a very clear burn there - a lichtenberg figure that's burned up into his fingertips, goes around where he usually wears a ring, and seems to continue up the arm of his sweatshirt.
however, it is much less severe than it was before - just angry and red now, instead of covered in blisters. ]
You got hit by lightning? [Instinctively reaching out, to pick up Ichiro's hand and inspect the rare sort of injury. But as he does, of course there's a memory (1)(2)(3). Tsuyukusa kneels next to the body of his father, who died years ago, whose body had been stolen and puppeted by the Yakou for years, who'd been forced to attack him, and now, at the end, had gave his life to protect Tsuyukusa again. Everything he'd learned, all his powers, they couldn't do a thing in the end, he didn't want to say goodbye, not again, but-
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[HE HAS TO MAKE SURE.]
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however, it is much less severe than it was before - just angry and red now, instead of covered in blisters. ]
See?
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You got hit by lightning?
[Instinctively reaching out, to pick up Ichiro's hand and inspect the rare sort of injury. But as he does, of course there's a memory (1) (2) (3). Tsuyukusa kneels next to the body of his father, who died years ago, whose body had been stolen and puppeted by the Yakou for years, who'd been forced to attack him, and now, at the end, had gave his life to protect Tsuyukusa again. Everything he'd learned, all his powers, they couldn't do a thing in the end, he didn't want to say goodbye, not again, but-
That was all he could do.]
Shit...