*Shouichi himself was down to just a thin, sweat-and-stream soaked t-shirt and his uniform pants had been torn in several places as well as being dirt stained. His jacket was hanging from one hand, a large, heavy stick in the other as he turned to face the approaching noise.
The relief that flooded his face was genuine when he saw Byakuran.*
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The relief that flooded his face was genuine when he saw Byakuran.*
You look like you've been holding up pretty well.