| [May. 28th, 2009|07:27 pm] |
Natsumi stumbled on a stone in the eroded path. "Rope bridge?" That hadn't been marked on the map, at least insofar as Asuma had explained it. He'd pointed out a thin blue thread of river and the tiny red-ink torii gate of a shrine, but he hadn't mentioned any bridges, much less rope ones. The map, presumably made for water-walking ninja, hadn't hinted to the contrary. Natsumi's hopeful visions of a wide approach abruptly dimmed. Although a target trapped on a bridge was easy pickings...
That wasn't the point. She wheeled, hands braced on her hips, jaw set beneath her mask. "You didn't mention you'd been here before. Do you usually leave out critical bits of intelligence until the last second?" |
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