Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26510601-20170503220630/@comment-34754862-20170504210015

Myōō was silent in his position, things had begun stirring up as he was able to configure that there was about 4+ people in the room. He was able to tell by the rumbling they caused when starting their fight. During this exact time, Myōō attempted to waste absolutely no time, he quickly attempted to utilize his Hydrification technique. He had to take a risk, and now was the perfect time to perform the said risk. He had no way of telling if someone was watching him. So this was a gamble he needed to take. Personally Myōō wasn’t interested in what these people were battling about. All he cared was finding a way out of here and fast, Myōō used this technique to his advantage as his adrenaline was finally in gear. His Fuma blood boiling in conjunction with his Hozuki blood. The moment he did this he remained in the same form and attempted to slip through any cracks within the buildings. Had this been successful Myōō would attempt to squeeze himself through and reform himself while everyone was distracted conversing and fighting.

Had no one noticed Myōō escape, he would continue to travel in his liquid form through the cracks until he found an exit to slip through, had this been successful he would more than likely reach the outside and reform his already weakened body. This was only possible because Myōō’s will to live was stronger than his weak body. He refused to die in a place he didn’t even know, not to mention being blindfolded gave him an extra push for survival as it reminded him of his struggle within the cave he was stuck in. Quickly moving and wasting no time, Myōō would attempt to reach any source of water within the vicinity, had he done so successfully he would re-hydrificate and make his way through the water to get as far away from this village as possible. Though this was a mere attempt, if anyone from the akatsuki who would notice this would easily be able to note Myōō had no intentions of being there or caring about what was going on. All the boy wanted was to live, he fought through the pain of starvation, and the pain of his weakened body. Had he gotten far enough he would attempt to slip out of Takigakure, after all this village was full of water, his strongest asset for his escape. Myōō only hoped this would work, if not he would be in some deep shit from this point on.