[ He grunts a little at the shrug, eyes sliding open in the most feline annoyance at being disturbed. He seems to have no problem using Kisame as a prop, rising up on his elbows by digging the sharp things into the other man's back. Patches fall off and flutter in a trail behind them as he pulls them off, one by one, from his arms. ]
You're a violent offender, probable age in the thirties. You've been inducted into the defense force, however, and you use... [ Glances down at the strap ] Some sort of oversized sword. You wrap it in bandages. Why?