[The whistle snaps Ken's head up, and honestly it's a good thing Chikusa didn't wait any longer to call him back because as it is, the momentary distraction is enough that Ken dodges a vine the size of a tree trunk crashing down where he paused by the skin of his teeth. But then Ken's bounding away from the pumpkin, slower than earlier but still with enough energy to avoid any serious injury as he makes his way back to Chikusa's side. (At one point a vine trips him and wraps around Ken's leg, trying to drag him back, but it's luckily thin at the tip and an angry slash of Ken's claws severs it enough for him to squirm away.)
It's only a minute or so before Ken's standing in front of Chikusa, breathing hard.] What? Did I do okay?
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It's only a minute or so before Ken's standing in front of Chikusa, breathing hard.] What? Did I do okay?