Mifune was artfully ignorant of the entire conversation as he flexed his fingers a moment to focus. It was faint, subtle. Enough to make Komoku's grin widen like a hungry lion who caught a fresh scent. It was there, and it was gone...that was the wonderful part. He didn't need much wind-up, in fact...his entire body shifted forward in his punch and slammed solidly against Komoku's hand, Komoku felt his entire arm jerk back half an inch as he grunted in surprise, shifting digging in on his heels as a gust of wind billowed past him. Even the wind hurt.
"...Not bad," Mifune grinned. "You saw it."
"The hell was that?" Komoku panted heavily. He had never felt anything like that before, and that said something about just how deep that rabbit hole could go.
"I don't know," Mifune admitted, noting with interest that Komoku's grip on his hand seemed to be tightening. "But it's what I can do...kind of like extending my strength, literally. The difference between you and me? You have a filter, I don't." he said casually. "Takes some practice, though. I dislocated my shoulder the first time I tried it."