Desperation was easily detected by mere looking at Buji's body movements. Whatever could be eating up his thoughts at the moment was something that will determine if he was going to live, or die after the rough and tough tossle.
He bit his lips in thoughts, and when it seemed he has solved the puzzle he was trying to get at, he raised his index finger, with a glint of hope written all over his face.
Concentration....
"Yes, concentration," he said with excitement. "The correct approach will be to use its current situation against it."
"Righ?" Doubt creeped in. "But, is that not what is used during battles."
He was trying to settle at the analysis to make sure his final attempt on approaching the figure to retrieve that object will be a success. He is on the loose ends, yet, he mustn't make the rope get looser.
From his fights earlier, he had been able to overcome those beasts only because he used their conditions against them.
