[Tsuzuki, already on edge from Susano'o's suddenly threatening demeanor, stumbles back as Hajime comes sliding down the heap at a horrifying speed and lands on the other god. It would've just been a step, except that his foot hits the edge of the sparring mat, slips, and one panicked flail later it all ends with him sitting down hard on the gym floor. He yelps.]
Ow!
[He considers getting up, but the floor seems much safer and less likely to trip him, so he tries on a sickly smile instead.]
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Ow!
[He considers getting up, but the floor seems much safer and less likely to trip him, so he tries on a sickly smile instead.]
Uh, good morning. You know each other, huh?