Chuuya stands, unmoved by the wind blowing outward, even as other things fly past him. A red hue surrounds his body as he does so, but it fades when the force of the wind fades as well. The redhead stands there, hat on his head and jacket hanging over his shoulders though his arms aren't in the sleeves, and offers a couple small claps.

"Well done, well done. Was that your ability or whatever the fox gave you?"

His smile reveals a glint of fangs he's forgotten about for the moment.