"You think I give a shit?" Giriko growled. "Besides, I doubt he cares if you've got both legs. He wants a Shinigami. What does it matter what its shaped like?"

He wasn't sure of that, though, so he let go and sauntered away before Kid could kick him again. He turned to Justin, smirking at him. He had the answer he'd wanted, and was feeling a lot better.

"Kid's boring me," he said. "You want to go do something more interesting?"