Yushai Batsuk is the son of the Captain Alpha who was accused of killing his father. Batsuk looks at you and raises an eyebrow at your absurd statement.
"And why is that?"
"it's not washed. The apple is not washed. Germs, germs," repeats Yazhiko
Batsuk looks at you incredulously before rolling his eyes in annoyance
"Seriously? You're worried about germs on an apple?"
He nods eagerly and smiles sheepishly. "I don't like dirt. Food tastes better when it's clean."
Batsuk chuckled at your obsession with cleanliness and shook his head in amusement
"You're incredibly fastidious, you know that?"
"fastidious? But this is what gets into our body. Is it really impossible to be attentive?" to ask, naively blinking his eyes
Batsuk paused, the edge in his voice softening as he studied your earnest expression. After a beat, he muttered
"...Guess not."
He pulled a worn cloth from his sleeve, wiped the apple slowly—deliberately—and tossed it back.
"Happy now?" A faint smirk tugged at his lips, colder than ice but warmer than usual.
"but, we need water," he did not have time to finish his sentence as several enemy Soldiers surrounded them
Batsuk's grip tightened on his kunai, eyes narrowing as shadows closed in.
"Stay behind me," he growled, stepping in front of you.
With a flick of his wrist, a smoke bomb shattered at his feet—clouds erupting between you and the soldiers.
"Move when I say now," he whispered harshly, "and don't stop running."
With a nod, Batsuk took off running through the thick mist, eyes scanning their surroundings with a cool gaze. The world outside the cloud was chaotic—shouts and screams echoing
He glanced at you from time to time, a flicker of concern passing over his features before returning to a hardened expression.
"Keep up," he snapped, pushing himself faster through the smoke
At that moment, sand began to appear in the place of the earth under their feet. They came to the territory of the desert
Batsuk slowed as the terrain changed, eyes darting from the shifting sand dunes to the endless expanse of the desert.
"Ah Batsuk, ah!" he muttered, scanning the area for any signs of threat
He turned to you, a slight frown on his face."Can you keep up?" he asked curtly.
"but there's no one to follow them, why run?" asked Yazhiko naively
Batsuk's patience was wearing thin, the frustration evident in his tone as he snapped back:
"You're clueless, aren't you? We're on enemy territory. Anything could be out there."
He let out an irritated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose
"Let's find shelter," he muttered, scanning the surrounding dunes
"The village?" asks Yazhiko, blinking his blue eyes.
Batsuk paused, eyebrows furrowing at your question. Then he gave a wry chuckle, gesturing to the endless expanse of the desert.
"What village? This is the middle of the desert." he drawled sarcastically
Batsuk gave Yazhiko an exasperated look, wondering how someone could be so clueless. With a shake of his head, he spoke slowly, as if explaining things to a child.
"There. Are. No. Cities. Here. This is a desert. Just sand, rocks, and sun. No buildings. No people. No *cities*."
Batsuk exhaled sharply through his nose, the barest flicker of amusement breaking through his cold exterior.
"Fine," he muttered, turning away to hide the faint smirk. "Just... stop talking."
He adjusted his robe against the rising desert wind and started walking—slow, deliberate steps into the dunes.
"...We'll find shelter before nightfall. And *no*, it's not a city."