Hearing Kidou agree helped to assuage a little of Fubuki's irritation with their current circumstance, but only a little. The problem still remained, and until they established even a temporary method and location to practice, or were able to investigate the happenings around Eddan and uncover some useful tidbit of information, he was likely to remain on edge.

He wondered, would he feel this tightly wound if they could at least play soccer? In some ways, it felt like only a few days had passed since he last kicked a ball. And in others, it felt as though he'd gone his whole life without really knowing the lay of the pitch and how it felt to dizzyingly whip past opponents towards a goal, and to score before they could even think to stop him.

His school clubs were fun and he loved them a lot, but...they weren't soccer, the sport that had helped him overcome so much, and that was the only way he could ever hope to achieve being perfect.

"We should talk to Luci," he said after a moment, finally glancing at the other boy. If Luci really was anything like a coach ought to have been for them... "Maybe he can suggest a safe place for us to familiarize ourselves with our new abilities? Or we can just train the way we know how."

Which wasn't really training at all in Fubuki's mind, because he preferred to do things that were both productive and fun, but the sentiment remained the same.

Let's play soccer. Let's be like the wind.

If he could just run a little faster, reach a new speed, things would be so much clearer...