| [Sep. 16th, 2008|04:15 pm] |
A moment to focus and a hard flick of chakra sent one of the remaining solid clones scrambling. Raidou tracked it breaking away from the fight, feeling its energy move overhead, then winced as his back twinged. It was amazing what your back could connect to.
Amazing in the sense of really damn annoying right now.
He twisted, trying to get a look at the wound, and scowled. As angles went, that one was seriously awkward. He pivoted carefully and regarded the teenager staring at the floor. Kaito was bright red and clearly feeling uncomfortable, long fingers picking at his shirt. But he was a chuunin, which meant something.
He was also pretty tall, Raidou realized with a blink. If he stopped slouching, they'd almost be on eye level.
"Alright, kid," he said, shoving his mask aside again. "Seeing as you're the one with the plan, how about you lend me a hand over here?" He fished a tiny medi-kit out of one belt pouch and tossed it over. "And we should find you some shoes at some point, or running's going to be very unpleasant." He considered that, then added, "Unless you can make some bark clogs. Because that'd be a bit entertaining." |
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