[The moment Inosuke left his hold, once he was sailing through the air, Giyu had taken the initiative to step away. Already having turned his back on the harpy he took the first step that would placemore distance between them. Forgetting the idea to fix any signs as he spilled the paint by dropping it along with the paint brush previously.
However after that first step he stops. The cause: the boy's yelling. Fight him? Why would he want to do that. There is something else he should do. Slowly he turns to face Inosuke. There's sourness in his expression. Determination too. And no hesitation despite the horrible yelling as he makes his way towards Inosuke. A sleeve is rolled up. Intentions not so clear but he wasn't going to fight him. No. He was however going to teach him a lesson.]
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However after that first step he stops. The cause: the boy's yelling. Fight him? Why would he want to do that. There is something else he should do. Slowly he turns to face Inosuke. There's sourness in his expression. Determination too. And no hesitation despite the horrible yelling as he makes his way towards Inosuke. A sleeve is rolled up. Intentions not so clear but he wasn't going to fight him. No. He was however going to teach him a lesson.]