"Listen Phiri, fighting humans can be both easy and difficult. It all depends on what you use to psychologically damage them. For me, it's my glare, but it doesn't work all the time."
Tento recalled his Sensei's words some nights ago. He had pondered the issue for a few days, and came to a conclusion:
The best way for him to psychological damage his opponent is to use the big mouth he got from his brother!
As they say, words cut deeper than a thousand blades.
His gaze swept past Joboku and Mukuka. They looked strong, maybe because they didn't grieve their Tama. That said, Ten didn't feel intimidated by them, he knew someone more scary who sent them here.
'I can't fight them both at once... what do I do?'
Using the Kushi Villagers shocked expression to his advantage, Ten ponders a plan. And, soon, an idea pops up.
"Gentlemen, we mean you no harm."
Joboku's face contorts at such shameless behavior.
"Tsk, that's unexpected from someone who killed one of our own."
