Kenzo sighed.
Long and slow, the kind of exhale that carried the weight of genuine satisfaction and the residual excitement of watching something impressive happen. He rolled his jaw once more - testing, making sure it was still there - and winced at a specific angle before deciding it was functional enough to stop worrying about.
"That was pretty good, Raizen" he said. "Genuinely."
Raizen was standing. Technically. His body had arrived at an arrangement with gravity that involved a significant forward lean, both arms hanging loose, and a gentle rotational sway that made him look like a reed in a slow current. His eyes were half-closed. His breathing was still ragged but settling, the desperate gasps of a minute ago giving way to something deeper and more sustainable.
"Thanks" he managed. "I can't feel my legs."
"You'll be fi-"
Kenzo's hip hit Raizen's side.
