[ Wow, as if it's his fault? Tomura's just following the script—perhaps with quite a bit more delight than Narumi, but he isn't the one who set things up this way. Maybe Narumi should've just dodged better?
However salty he deems Narumi to be, he still receives the attack with relish, though it's likely an unscripted act. The "sword" Narumi swings is conspicuously fake and somewhat phallic, no effort invested to even resemble the real thing; clearly, unlike their last encounter, the fight isn't meant to be the spectacle here. In the background, the crew seem to panic at their lead actor going rogue—and in such a violent way!—but this straightforward charge hardly registers to Tomura as dangerous at all. Anyhow, the throne room in this set castle is long enough that Narumi will have some distance to cover.
But having also not read the script, Tomura doesn't really know what he's supposed to be doing either. If he were wholly invested in the role, he might make a decision that's vaguely in-character and try to steer the porno back on course—that just doesn't describe the reasons for his involvement at all, so he's even clueless on the direction to steer. Oh well—that means he should just do what he wants, right?
He wonders if the prop weapon he'd been given is also more prop than weapon; though by all measures, the bullwhip feels solid as he unclips it from his belt, the leather fitting comfortably in his hand. This is far from his weapon of choice, but he's nothing if not adaptable. It takes him only an instant to hop to his feet, flicking the whip twice: once upwards to unravel it, then down, sending the braided tail cracking through the air in Narumi's direction. It wouldn't kill (the way he would prefer to go about his battles) if it connects, but it would probably sting, and leave a nice, red welt, doubtlessly the intended effect of such a choice of prop.
Really, it's so predictable of the sex hotel that Tomura is almost annoyed—but there is some novelty in it, and he has to admit it's probably a damn good way to piss off his opponent if he can get the hang of it. ]
So much for a heroic image.
[ Also, naturally, unscripted, and at this point, he may as well just be talking to Narumi than the Chosen One he's supposed to represent. The crew behind the scenes are now almost certainly scrambling to come up with new lines for their derailed plans. ]
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However salty he deems Narumi to be, he still receives the attack with relish, though it's likely an unscripted act. The "sword" Narumi swings is conspicuously fake and somewhat phallic, no effort invested to even resemble the real thing; clearly, unlike their last encounter, the fight isn't meant to be the spectacle here. In the background, the crew seem to panic at their lead actor going rogue—and in such a violent way!—but this straightforward charge hardly registers to Tomura as dangerous at all. Anyhow, the throne room in this set castle is long enough that Narumi will have some distance to cover.
But having also not read the script, Tomura doesn't really know what he's supposed to be doing either. If he were wholly invested in the role, he might make a decision that's vaguely in-character and try to steer the porno back on course—that just doesn't describe the reasons for his involvement at all, so he's even clueless on the direction to steer. Oh well—that means he should just do what he wants, right?
He wonders if the prop weapon he'd been given is also more prop than weapon; though by all measures, the bullwhip feels solid as he unclips it from his belt, the leather fitting comfortably in his hand. This is far from his weapon of choice, but he's nothing if not adaptable. It takes him only an instant to hop to his feet, flicking the whip twice: once upwards to unravel it, then down, sending the braided tail cracking through the air in Narumi's direction. It wouldn't kill (the way he would prefer to go about his battles) if it connects, but it would probably sting, and leave a nice, red welt, doubtlessly the intended effect of such a choice of prop.
Really, it's so predictable of the sex hotel that Tomura is almost annoyed—but there is some novelty in it, and he has to admit it's probably a damn good way to piss off his opponent if he can get the hang of it. ]
So much for a heroic image.
[ Also, naturally, unscripted, and at this point, he may as well just be talking to Narumi than the Chosen One he's supposed to represent. The crew behind the scenes are now almost certainly scrambling to come up with new lines for their derailed plans. ]