[ He's lucky that Jyushimatsu has not been gifted with accuracy or a smarter brain along with the homicidal urges. His improvised weapon strikes the table at his second swing, and he growls in frustration because it'll take a few tries to unhook the darn thing before catching up with the man he's fixated on chopping apart.
The whole time, his blown wide eyes will never leave the target, chasing him out as he keeps swinging around, cutting whatever stands in his way. ]
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The whole time, his blown wide eyes will never leave the target, chasing him out as he keeps swinging around, cutting whatever stands in his way. ]