Even all those whom found themselves at a distance away from the young man could easily see, hell they could probably even sense the surge of confidence expelling from Kiryuu; as evidenced from the broad animalistic-like grin which found itself comfortably planted on his face. However, much to the astonishment of all those who 'know' the behemoth for whom he is... they would be left flabbergasted as they come to the realization that the boy exhibits low self-esteem. Thus, the false sense of confidence broadcasting itself on his face does not stem from his experience of brawling day-in day-out or his confidence in himself, but from his desire to harm all those whom have bothered him; such as the kunoichi who had shown to dislike him, the jounin who sent a dose of intimidation, as well as the two men either side of him. With the success of the subsequent actions that followed suite of his carefully executed plan in order to lure the jounin into a one-on-one situation against him, it would serve to prove that he was not the brainless berserker that everyone made him out to be; although that last tidbit was arguable as he was a (unofficial) genin against a jounin... a rank that often entitled the person to be considered one among the best that the village has to offer. Though the strange obsession of his, of his desire to show everyone that he was more than what they make him out to be... thus explaining his reckless assault against the jounin; all in an effort to prove that he was no pushover, no matter the difficulties he would face as a consequence. As he had rendered the two guards in charge of keeping him in line stunned, he had immediately turned and rushed toward the jounin who had been currently preoccupied with the one he threw earlier; commanding himself to run faster without end, as if the cult-like chanting of the word 'run' would speed him up. Which may or may not have been true, as he had been just about to strike at the jounin with his back stilled turned away from him. And the next thing he knew... his entire world flipped upside down.
Punted backwards with the overwhelming force of an extremely well executed kick, his back had reflexively straightened out in order to land upright unto his feet... though he had the wind knocked right out of him, disallowing him to hoist himself forward in midair and thus sending him to crash on his back unto the cold, hard ground. The recoil of hitting the ground sent jolts and bolts of pain throughout his entire body, though he scrambled back unto his feet nonetheless; with his fighting experience, he knew all too well that being found on the ground was a bad thing. As he willed himself to ignore the immense pain and tried to get up... he found himself incapable of exerting enough strength in order to pull himself off of the ground; he tried multiple times, as quickly as when he crashed back down... but alas he had been unsuccessful each and every time. It would not be until he had heard the youngest of them all saying three mere words that he would stop squirming on the ground in an effort to get back unto his feet; those words being 'I hate you'. His face, once ridden with wild eyes and a smile befitting to that of a madman, had instantly morphed into an apathetic state. It had always been difficult of harming Kiryuu through a physical sense, though he felt emotional damage much more than the average person. He knew that she disliked him as soon as the two of them met one another, though he may have ignored her hating him in an effort of protecting his own fragile emotions. Or perhaps it being out in the open was more damaging, hell if he knew. He's not some psychologist that could analyze his every thought. It just... stung. As he were the type would always wanted to have the last say, he gave out a calm comment before she had the chance to turn tail and run. "I know." Whether the others could feel or sense the depression behind his comment was beyond him, he tried to show off a smirk as if to deny his depression but it was fairly obvious that it was forced. As the longer he held it up, he would have slight muscle spasms on his right cheek until he had ultimately stopped forcing himself due to it feeling sore.
It had been then that he had been hauled unto his feet by the two whom were previously stunned from before, twisting and digging Kiryuu's arms behind his back at an uncomfortable angle, which more or less made it impossible for him to exert any actual strength to resist the rough treatment; even if he were not in pain from having his back slammed unto the ground. They had naturally muttered curses under their breaths, complaining about how they were not paid enough to deal with the kind of bullshit that they had to deal with on a daily basis with Kiryuu. Thanking the lord that today would be the last day, which fed into Kiryuu's feelings of being unwanted. "Oy, y'all don't hafta be so rough with me." If anything they positioned his arms all the higher against his back, which forced Kiryuu to grit his teeth in order to eliminate any sound of pain of escaping his lips. It was fairly obvious that they were waiting for Sendo to give the order to let him go, or decide on a punishment, or whatever.