"I-I-I suddenly want to go to the toilet...!"
Aoto ignored Toshisuke's shout.
He only regarded Toshisuke's words as another excuse to avoid him.
Ignoring Toshisuke's struggle, he focused on tightly gripping Toshisuke's wrist, preventing him from escaping.
Aoto's grip was quite strong, after all, he had the gift of fingers 'far more agile and powerful than ordinary people': "Skillful Hands."
The small-bodied Toshisuke was very light; it didn't take much effort to easily pull him along.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
Seeing the bathhouse getting closer, Toshisuke struggled more fiercely.
He used the heels of his wooden clogs to dig into the ground, leaning back to try and stop Aoto's dragging.
Toshisuke's desperate struggle did have some effect.
But the effect was akin to futility...
Aoto was determined to 'question everything with Toshisuke tonight.'
No matter what Toshisuke tried, Aoto remained unmoved.
