[It's strange to think of a series of explosions as sounding familiar, but Enji does. In between his expeditions to explore and investigate this new locale, he's paused to rest briefly in the shade of an ornate canopy. As the barrage of detonations rings out over the beach, sharp and sudden, he stands immediately. The furious shouting that accompanies the blasts confirms his suspicions.
Without delay, he heads towards the source of the commotion, striding over the sand. He arrives in time to see the lifeguards scattering in the wake of the final onslaught, and he looks on with approval. His expression softens slightly, fondly. He's more than a little pleased to see his trainee alive, and apparently whole. He can't say the same for himself, but as he's able to walk, to think, and to fight, he's not about to complain about the lack of an arm.]
Excellent technique.
[He has absolutely no criticisms to offer. He already despises those gull-headed creatures, and he'd already served them a fiery version of the same treatment. When they're supposed to protect others, but end up being a nuisance instead, they deserve what they get.
While he is glad to see Bakugou, he's simultaneously furious that Bakugou has appeared here. This is no place for—well, anyone, but especially not a UA student, and one of his trainees. Enji's responsible for him, and he has a duty to protect him. Not that Bakugou can't protect himself as well, but it's the principle of it! Enji's slightly softened expression grows severe again with concern. Whoever is responsible for this will answer for it.]
As expected.
[Hopefully, they can agree not to mention each other's garb; his own swimsuit sports a gaudy flame pattern—which, despite its obvious theming, was not his choice.]
Those who pound sand (hello ♥)
Without delay, he heads towards the source of the commotion, striding over the sand. He arrives in time to see the lifeguards scattering in the wake of the final onslaught, and he looks on with approval. His expression softens slightly, fondly. He's more than a little pleased to see his trainee alive, and apparently whole. He can't say the same for himself, but as he's able to walk, to think, and to fight, he's not about to complain about the lack of an arm.]
Excellent technique.
[He has absolutely no criticisms to offer. He already despises those gull-headed creatures, and he'd already served them a fiery version of the same treatment. When they're supposed to protect others, but end up being a nuisance instead, they deserve what they get.
While he is glad to see Bakugou, he's simultaneously furious that Bakugou has appeared here. This is no place for—well, anyone, but especially not a UA student, and one of his trainees. Enji's responsible for him, and he has a duty to protect him. Not that Bakugou can't protect himself as well, but it's the principle of it! Enji's slightly softened expression grows severe again with concern. Whoever is responsible for this will answer for it.]
As expected.
[Hopefully, they can agree not to mention each other's garb; his own swimsuit sports a gaudy flame pattern—which, despite its obvious theming, was not his choice.]