The young boy's brow furrowed once more as his mother ruffled his hair. His eyes were locked onto his target, and he could see the disbelief in the man's mind as a result. Before moving on to the man, though, he spoke a few additional words to the redhead. "It wasn't a threat." With that said, he took a few steps toward the man he'd chosen as his victim. When he stopped at about three meters away, he raised his arms to perform a series of hand seals he'd taken from the white-haired swordswoman, Aiko, during a previous training match. It was an extensive amount of hand seals to perform, totaling forty-four in number, and it seemed to be taking him quite a long amount of time to form them. He even seemed to be mumbling the names of the seals to himself, appearing to be very distraught by the effort it took. "Ox... Monkey... Hare... Rat... Boar... Bird... Ox... Horse..."