Desperation was easily detected by merely looking at Buji's body movements. Whatever could be eating up his thoughts at the moment was something that would determine if he was going to live or die after the rough and tough tussle.
He bit his lips in thought, and when it seemed he had solved the puzzle he was trying to get at, he raised his index finger, with a glint of hope written all over his face.
Concentration….
"Yes, concentration," he said with excitement. "The correct approach will be to use its current situation against it."
"Right?" Doubt crept in. "But is that not what is used during battles?"He was trying to settle on the analysis to make sure his final attempt at approaching the figure to retrieve that object would be a success. He is on the loose ends, yet he mustn't make the rope get looser.
From his fights earlier, he had been able to overcome those beasts only because he used their conditions against them.
