Kotetsu blinked, and shuddered, at the sight of Hayate's tongue, pink and bloody and...

"You really shouldn't," he said, instead, voice just a tad hoarse. Because... tongue.

The mask was a very good thing.

"You know, the... licking thing." He was never going to take his mask off ever again. "Cause. Of you know. Disease and dirt and you never know what the other guy might have."

He shifted, looking at the wagon, and bit the inside of his cheek. "The... target. I don't..." want to look at him. Don't want to think... "It's. Fine. You're the ranking shinobi here." It wasn't far. And if... Hayate carried the target...

No. His gaze drifted back to Hayate's injured arm. "Here, I'll do it. You're doin' it messy."