Daichi withdrew his hand and crossed his arms, smirking as he tried hard not to laugh at the young boy's rather dramatic and painfully obvious reaction. He was quick, yes, but as the older Hotaru brother further analyzed the boy he started noticing minor yet important flaws. The most dangerous of them: he was practically begging to start a fight he'd likely be unable to finish. Daichi raised a brow and tilted his head, wondering what he'd do next. Amaya, though keeping her composure, watched tensely from her seat.