And on top of that, he's a short, vulgar, worthless, inconsequential wimp.

I can't be worrying about the small fry!

Damn octopus!

Get lost, small fry!

Then, raise anticipation for the final showdown through battles with minions.

Beat it, scrubs.

All bark and no bite?

That runt won't do the trick, but a giant stag beetle?

All the other small-timers are just being manipulated by you.

Didn't even bother to compete, the scrub.

They're dealing with the grunts you created.

Oh, I was letting those weaklings reach the treasure in the back.

Back off, small fry!

Damn, it was a small-fry spirit!

I have no words for pitiful weaklings like you!

The real Kira has no need to prove himself with such insignificant people.

All that's left are the skinny small fries!

I could beat you in my sleep.

I could kill a hundred of those things with just one arm.

It annoys me that we couldn't outlast him, but it's foolish to continue fighting these minions.