[It wasn't the first comment that sparked Fubuki's anger, but the last. It stung because it sounded so much like something he was prone to saying in the heat of battle, whether it was on the soccer field or hunting down shadows. But the truth was...they'd never been in his way. Why, if it hadn't been for them, he might not even still be standing.]
Shirou Fubuki β Marchosias
You don't know anything.