[In that regard, Yato should probably be honored to have such tactics used against him, then! Perhaps he will in time, once he's dried off and his ass isn't throbbing anymore. For now though, he's all aches and shame over getting one-upped by a blast-happy kid with jumbo grenades on his fists. It's embarrassing for a god of war to be so taken in by a mere bluff, but at least it's gone to show Yato where he needs to improve. No more letting himself be swayed by emotions. He's gotta toughen his heart as well as his hands to better face whatever situations come their way.

Once out of the water, he starts wringing out his clothes, beginning with his long ass scarf. That alone takes a good minute or two thanks to its length, giving him plenty of opportunity to gripe and vent his frustrations. He's not pissed, at least not at anybody but himself for failing so spectacularly. Though he gives Bakugo the stink-eye as he moves on to peeling off his jersey and shaking that out. Damn kid doesn't have to look so smug about his win...

Because he's a dumbass? And he wanted to seem ~cool~ in his new gear. That'll teach him.]

Bah! I doubt I'd even need to. I can take care of these apes easily enough without going all out on them. You're the bigger obstacle. [That's praise, by the way, so don't get your boxers in a twist over it, Bakugo.]