Kaizen had never imagined it would come to this. But he shared his sister's sentiment that it had to be stopped, the thought of that thing infected the bamboo made him shudder, a tightness settled in his throat as though he was sick. Because it did seem to me made of plants, or at least had some affinity for them, he wasn't sure if it would even be possible to make it bleed, but perhaps it could be torn apart like vines?
He looked to Asahi, his brows furrowing in obvious concern. She was no fighter, she really shouldn't be here, and he was of half a mind to tell her to leave- but then he'd worry if she left his sight. Gritting his teeth, he lunged forward to claw at a tendril that swung too close. He valued his personal space very much, couldn't help but swat at it.