"Asuma, could you stop pacing back and forth?" Duke said helplessly. He had been fine at first, but after watching Asuma do that a few times, he was getting nervous too.
Asuma turned around, pointed at Duke, who was lying on a blanket with one hand propping up his head, and shouted, "You're the strange one! This is a battlefield, a battlefield where we could die at any moment. How can you be so relaxed?"
Kurenai nodded along cooperatively. This was a war, not a picnic or camping trip. Please, at least set the mood. You're making me lose my fighting spirit too.
Duke yawned, his long hair falling over his face. He casually swept it behind his head and said with a pout, "Captain Hizashi can spot enemies from a kilometer away. What's there to worry about? At that distance, we have plenty of time to prepare. We might even have time to wash our faces, brush our teeth, and change clothes. Oh, right, I have cookies Aunt Natsuki made. Want some?"
"Ah, thanks!"
Asuma was briefly stunned by Duke's lazy, hair-sweeping pose. He foolishly accepted the cookies and took two bites before coming to his senses and angrily throwing them to the ground. "They're strawberry-flavored! Pah... What I mean is, where did these cookies come from? Are you here for an outing? What exactly do you have in that bag? Is it all food?"
Duke rummaged through his bag and dumped out a huge pile of snacks. He introduced them one by one as if they were treasured possessions. "Aunt Natsuki said the food at the front lines was bad, and I'm still growing, so I can't keep eating Military Ration Pills. Then she stuffed me with all these snacks. But seriously, does junk food even have nutrition?"