"Ah…" She gasped; looking at her father's furious face. "I can explain; just calm down before both of our heads roll on the cold snow." She jumped away from Gojo's lap and took a few steps away.
"What can you explain?" He clenched his fist and threw a sharp glare toward Gojo. "Explain what? I don't care if he is the king or not." Her father took a single step forward, and the stone ground cracked beneath his feet. Using his entire back and whole torso, he pulled his fist back and swung it at full force toward Gojo's face.
When the fist approached Gojo, it slowed down, unable to ever touch him. "You cannot touch me. Spaces bend and expand around me with ease. You need to be faster than that natural expansion to reach me."
Alfred smiled. "You think so?" His fist suddenly accelerated into Gojo's space and hit his face as hard as a sledgehammer, sending him flying out of the shop's door. Lise gasped, and Alcott looked more amused than surprised.
