Kira was surprised to find out he was really good with weapons. He could almost intuitively understand the purpose of every new weapon they showed him, and his shots hit the mark with astonishing precision. That probably made people envious. At least that ponytailed guy who wouldn't tell his name definitely was.
Kira could tell by the way the guy almost beat him up when they practiced the basics of hand-to-hand combat (not that they would ever need that – one could not fight the machines without weapons). Gin intervened:
'Now, now, Mr Red, don't kill my favourite student!'
'My name isn't Mr Red,' growled the ponytail.
'Do you have any other name, then?' Gin smiled nastily.
A couple of people snickered, obviously Mr Red was a nickname that would stick. The guy looked like he was about to punch Gin, but then turned around and left.
Kira just couldn't leave him like that, after all, the whole situation was partly his fault. He went after Mr Red.
'What do you want?' the guy rudely asked when Kira finally caught up with him.
'Look, I'm sorry! Gin shouldn't have said that. That wasn't nice,' Kira said.
Mr Red snorted: 'As if he ever did anything nice. And you shouldn't spend so much time being sorry. Better work on your fighting skills, weakling.'
The gruff reply didn't throw Kira off – somehow he knew that Mr Red would not be his enemy anymore.
