[Under other circumstances Fushimi would be telling Yata that he doesn't need him trying to boss him around. It's unacceptable to not have full control of using auras though, so he goes along with it for now.
Once he's in a good position to try throwing a knife again, and also safely out of view of anyone else should another embarrassing accident happen, he drops a knife into one hand, flipping it between his fingers in agitation. Using one color aura over the other isn't difficult; if he wasn't able to switch between them quickly if he needed to, he'd be useless in a fight. Still, he takes the time to think about it. A pure blue, a defensive aura, that's all he wants.
Before he even throws the knife, he lets the aura wrap itself around the knife. So far, so good. As he throws the knife at the wall, though, streaks of red mingle with the blue. It doesn't make as impressive a hole as the previous knife did, but it's enough that Fushimi scowls and mutters about it.]
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Once he's in a good position to try throwing a knife again, and also safely out of view of anyone else should another embarrassing accident happen, he drops a knife into one hand, flipping it between his fingers in agitation. Using one color aura over the other isn't difficult; if he wasn't able to switch between them quickly if he needed to, he'd be useless in a fight. Still, he takes the time to think about it. A pure blue, a defensive aura, that's all he wants.
Before he even throws the knife, he lets the aura wrap itself around the knife. So far, so good. As he throws the knife at the wall, though, streaks of red mingle with the blue. It doesn't make as impressive a hole as the previous knife did, but it's enough that Fushimi scowls and mutters about it.]
What the hell, I don't have time for this. See?