As a matter of fact, he’s not, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Ryohei. All he does is lower his fists completely, expression morphing into concern. “Then I’ll go help! Come on, let’s go!” Without any regard for the fact that they’re on the second floor, he storms over to the window.

Then again, with the things he’s been hit with, maybe there’s no need for concern. Ryohei is astonishingly durable.