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To be honest, Takeshi was not ready for Roy to stand up and Yell at him for saying what he did. He was confused for a moment and glanced over at Reina when he mentioned her. So he was getting angry for him saying the same thing they all would have thought? To protect each other? Sure they were training still and Roy saw him as another student. That was understandable, which is why he bit his tongue. He was trained how to fight… not like them. Any of them. He was taught to kill from a very young age. He didn’t have a childhood like the others. He lived with the knowledge his mistakes would leave a permanent reminder. All the scars on his body were testament to that training. 

One of his brothers was missing two fingers since he was nine. A hard lesson their father taught him, the idea of losing pieces of one’s body was a given in his life. He looked down at his arm when Roy screamed in his face, mentioning his severed arm. 

It didn’t hurt as bad as before to be honest… though he could have been in shock...or it was the medicine or what ever that womans quirk did. He swore he could still feel his hand resting on his leg...only to see for himself that it wasn’t there. 

Takeshi looked over to Reina for a moment and noticed a look of determination in her eyes, which had changed from her somewhat sad smile. He wanted to speak to her more privately… while its true she held her own, and showed how truly powerful her quirk was...he did remember the look in her eyes near the end of the fight. 

He looked her in the eye as she looked at him, mentioning that she wanted him to come to her if he needed help. He was lost for words for a bit before only nodding...despite thinking he would never try to burden her or anyone with his handicap now. That was not his way. That was not how he was raised. 

He looked at Acion and listened to what he said...but again said nothing… Both of them saw only a normal student. He wasn’t them though… he wasn’t try to act like someone he wasn’t. He failed, he had more training...he KNEW his families tactics… he saw Rakasha in that bus but instead of telling them to run he assumed it was a trick of the heat. 

He knew he should have pushed the group into the street, not let them fight in the ally to Hade’s strength. He left them to defend themselves knowing they could easily be killed. 

He then looked up as the principle came in...taking Reina away to be treated. While he was glad she was being taken away he still kinda hoped...that she would have been treated there. Idiotic he knew but he shook his head. 

Finally speaking after Aurellia asked what he planned to do. He looked at her with a slightly confused look. He was going to still fight of course. But the idea of ever giving up never crossed his mind. He would have to change his style for sure...but he was still aiming to destroy his family's legacy. 

[color=bc8dbf]I’m still going to fight... [/color] He looked to Roy, [color=bc8dbf]” Despite losing my arm... I grew up expecting there might be a day I might lose a limb. It is just apart of life… for how I was raised.  [/color] He looked to Acion. [color=bc8dbf] Im not trying to pretend to be somene I’m not. I am not the same as you guys. I am not saying I’m better than any of you, but I should have be able to do more. Because of how I was trained. [/color]

His eyes rested upon Aurellia, [color=bc8dbf] “I’m not giving up if that is what you meant.  [/color]