[A few seconds ago—Inside the wrecked ship]
Boom!
The sound was deafening in Hinata's ears. One moment he was trying to stop the ship from landing on him; the next, he was shot into its depths by a smoke drill.
The ship's interior reeked of cocaine and tobacco. Hinata nearly collapsed from the intensity of the smell alone, but he somehow kept to his feet.
Several drills were already breaking through the wooden frame of the ship, each one aimed at him.
Hinata clenched his jaw for a long moment before letting out a sigh. As if possessed by a demon, he began laughing softly. The sound was restrained at first, like a person barely holding back their fury, then it grew louder and louder by the moment.
He covered his face with his hand, throwing his head forward in a hysterical cackle.
His body trembled under the bombardment of attacks. Even though he couldn't feel any of it, Hinata could tell his body was reaching its limit.
