Whether or not it was deliberate, Haruichi's distraction technique was perfectly timed. The machine's hold on Genma's attention was not nearly as compelling as that little bombshell lobbed neatly into the conversation. "You pissed off someone enough they threw a chair at you while Arakaki was in the room?" His eyes narrowed, studying the bruise and the stiff way Haruichi held his neck. Stiffer than normal. Injured-stiff, as opposed to haughty, though there was plenty of haughtiness there as well.

"Who threw the punch? Your teammate, or Arakaki? And why was he in there telling you about me and Raidou and Ginta and that other bastard? I saw Ginta, he looks like hell. He's all in traction, can't get up except for like an hour or so a day."

The machine drew Genma's attention for half a second, But just that, then his focus was zeroed back on target. "I can't believe you pissed Arakaki off again. Wasn't once enough?"