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Mitsunari Takeda
The Hidden Rain
The Hostage King
Mitsunari was surprised, to say the least, when he was suddenly off his feet, being dragged off with a kunai to his throat. What!? She was going to take him hostage? Tch, Nazari-sensei seemed to have a very... strict view of her own rules. But he had to admit, even in the position he was in, THIS would be useful. What would be more realistic than taking the great Takeda hostage. He stayed quiet, again a surprise. It's not really that he was scared of the situation, but his pride was already insulted, he was too angry to talk. He was pissed off against both senseis... and even his favorite person in the world, himself. How did he manage to get caught? He thought he'd been careful. His senseis weren't gods surely. But close enough, he supposed, at his current level. He HATED feeling weak, or normal. His rage though started to slip into apathy, he started caring less and less.
He was thrown off to a clone, and didn't even budge, his body was so relaxed and almost not caring it'd be like throwing around a corpse. Oh well. It'd be a few minutes before he could od anything anyways. If he just tried to break out and failed, it'd end even worse.. Mitsunari guessed he would have to wait on his teammate. That was far more trusting, and being made to look like crap than he liked in a day.
His sensei drew a flute and played a note, and he noticed himself feeling like he was creepily being watched, it was weird. He just sat like a lump through it though, so someone wanted to watch him, so what? Then something hit him that snapped him out his state. A thought. It couldn't be? Why would she even bring a flute to battle? Not her of all people! She couldn't....?
"Genjutsu!?"
It was more shock at even the possibility than a question. He moved his neck, getting cut a bit on the kunai in surprise, turning a bit to look at her.
The Hidden Rain
The Hostage King
Mitsunari was surprised, to say the least, when he was suddenly off his feet, being dragged off with a kunai to his throat. What!? She was going to take him hostage? Tch, Nazari-sensei seemed to have a very... strict view of her own rules. But he had to admit, even in the position he was in, THIS would be useful. What would be more realistic than taking the great Takeda hostage. He stayed quiet, again a surprise. It's not really that he was scared of the situation, but his pride was already insulted, he was too angry to talk. He was pissed off against both senseis... and even his favorite person in the world, himself. How did he manage to get caught? He thought he'd been careful. His senseis weren't gods surely. But close enough, he supposed, at his current level. He HATED feeling weak, or normal. His rage though started to slip into apathy, he started caring less and less.
He was thrown off to a clone, and didn't even budge, his body was so relaxed and almost not caring it'd be like throwing around a corpse. Oh well. It'd be a few minutes before he could od anything anyways. If he just tried to break out and failed, it'd end even worse.. Mitsunari guessed he would have to wait on his teammate. That was far more trusting, and being made to look like crap than he liked in a day.
His sensei drew a flute and played a note, and he noticed himself feeling like he was creepily being watched, it was weird. He just sat like a lump through it though, so someone wanted to watch him, so what? Then something hit him that snapped him out his state. A thought. It couldn't be? Why would she even bring a flute to battle? Not her of all people! She couldn't....?
"Genjutsu!?"
It was more shock at even the possibility than a question. He moved his neck, getting cut a bit on the kunai in surprise, turning a bit to look at her.