Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-24937485-20160325110650/@comment-24937485-20160411195707

Pupils dilating, heart rapidly beating in an endless staggering rythm, instinctual quivering, Ryouta fell onto his knees, arm pressed into the side impaled by the ferocious lion of metal ultimately staggering the boy as he dropped his katana and fell upon the hand that held the blade, coughing once, the second cough producing the infamous crimson liquid to drip out of the child's mouth. 'Ryouta?' Spoke a concerned voice from within the child's mind, the child fell forward onto his broad side, his back facing the ceiling, the child gritted his teeth whilst painstakingly fighting the urge to just surrender to the pain, resign to death, the child's shroud flared and he slowly arose to a knee, panting and gasping.

Though through sheer ferocity and will, the child forced himself onto his feet, he didn't want to worry anyone and he knew that laying flat upon his face was not the best position to remain in given their situation, the child's vision grew hazy, blurring momentarily as he struggled to remain focused. So much so that his lack of focus disperses the cloak about him, leaving the child absent the shroud. Confused, the child heard a ding far off in the distance, turning his attention to the arrival of a rather peculiar object for the castle, an elevator? Quickly grabbing at the katana, he remained unsure what resided behind the door to the elevator and wasn't comfortable with sitting around doing naught if anything or anyone attacked.

Though, to the child's surprise, a pleasant one albeit, out stepped yet another group of Konohagakure's shinobi, somewhat relieved to see their arrival, the child returned to his knee once the Jounin came into sight, comforted by the thought that someone more  so experienced was present to provide any assistance if need be. Turning towards Hitomi, he beamed a welcoming smiling expression, before his mouth fell open upon the sight of the bandages, lifting his arms with absent hesitation to permit the female's offered assistance before wiping at the residual blood that lingered by his chin.

The child still felt unwell and engaging in battle and surviving, the chances dwindled, disheartening the child more so was the sight of the tremendous force the white haired shinobi held. Stopping an enormous wave of chakra with but a mere finger, the child retrieved the pork dumpling before bowing his head in gratitude. Then proceeding to ravage the meal before his eyes fell upon the black haired Genin, pressing his lips together he glared at him, running his finger across the scar on his lip the boy had left prior, averting his gaze from the child, he looks away, just hoping they'd come to the rescue of the remainder of the team.

"Be safe Hitomi" he said sincerely, understanding the sheer power of the white haired shinobi. The child then offered the remaining 2 chakra pills, entrusting her to make the correct decision for herself and her team.