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❛ The only person who will decide my path is me. NOBODY ELSE! ❜
This is a private & selective roleplay blog for Kai Hiwatari from Explosive Shoot Beyblade/Bakuten Shūto Beiburēdo by Takao Aoki. This blog derives from both manga & anime inspirations but is mainly headcanon based. This depiction of Kai Hiwatari will also follow Kai into his elder years past the ending of G Revolution & thus, this theme will have depictions of Smoking, Drinking, Coarse Language, Suggestive Dialogue, Violece and other NSFW themes. Please look to the rule page for more before deciding to follow.
Right now this was more important than being lost. Tsubasa was so worried about that. Her tiny finger pointing in a direction. “The kittens! Two boys threw them in but I can’t swim! Please help!” Her voice was urgent worried about the small creatures. It was the only time she had really wished that she was big enough to swim on her own.
That was more than enough for him. Forget everything else at this point. The fact that two smaller beings that can’t fend for themselves are in a situation that can be rectified–why not rectify it? Kai said nothing more; instead of letting the girl tug him by the pants a larger hand came down to take hers instead. ❛ Lead. ❜ Unlike her, he could get them with minimum effort. Creatures being taken advantage of by others bigger than him—that sounds too damn familiar.
Her jade hues turned in the direction of the voice and saw who was standing there but she had ignored what he had said. Instead tiny fingers wrapped themselves on his coat looking worried. “Nii-chan.. please help.. they’ll drown..” She says in a worried tone.
& like that, it was as though nothing he said was registered. In one ear & out the other. Now, Kai had no reason to assume that the girl was dumb by any means. Maybe, foreign? Jumping from place to place to place for this tournament, there’s no telling who’s from whatever the hell location they were at & who was following the tournament on foot. A lone eyebrow was made to raise up. ❛ Drown? What will drown. ❜ came the statement as his body turned towards the direction of said tugging.❛ Alright—his attention was caught.