Something odd happened when Seiko kicked at Kazuma's stomach - he would find that at the last moment, the 8th seat actually brought his shin up, lessening the impact to his side. It was... quite hard. Harder than his shin was supposed to be.

Kazuma skidded along the ground with one foot, holding his position. It was a strange stance he'd adopted in his defense.

Perhaps more than that, it was strange that he had defended at all.

What HAD he been doing these few days in recovery?

"Who's holding back against whom? My leg was supposed to be broken if you were serious!"

Taking off his shades and putting them away in his shihakusho, Kazuma pulled his top off, exhibiting his quite scar-free torso. For someone who fought the way he did, it was something of a surprising sight.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that!!"

A much faster dash this time, followed by a low kick aimed at Seiko's ankle, as Kazuma's right hand shot in an open palm strike towards his stomach. It... wasn't quite Shunpo. But the speed of approach held a similar feel.