A Fated Hour

He could feel the sensation of his shadow being removed, almost like he was being dipped in water starting with his feet at the jutsu was removed from the base of his person up, losing control of the parts of her that went beneath the surface of the mud until the strange feeling of being dipped in nothing had lined his entire body. The hand momentarily stuck to his mouth as the ashen birds circled him, tapping against the shield he had given himself and preventing him from being harmed but keeping him locked in place for a short time when all at once, the jutsu dissipated and he was left in the silence of the graveyard. In the moments that followed, Yuuma would finally release his hand from his mouth as he looked towards the spot he knew the woman had sunk into the ground. His mind began to churn as he considered what it was he was doing. "I warned her. She could have surrendered. But...is it my place to kill someone? Over a little paint? A decisive leader might know, but is that who I want to call myself?" A small, mental conversation occurred as he counted down the time he could hold the jutsu. In an instant, Yuuma would experience brief flashes of the view of the woman's face. That angry expression. The spite. The scene quickly changes to that of a fire that raged against the backdrop of a small village, and the sound of a distant scream.

Another instant later and the jutsu would be dispelled, Yuuma moving forward and raising a portion of the earth via moving core until the unconscious body of the woman was expelled out to the ground. Standing over her, Yuuma would breathe out a small sigh as he kneeled down and checked her pulse. Still alive. "I am certain I would be scolded for this, told that I am too soft. And perhaps I am. Perhaps I should have learned after the death of Archimedes that allowing those who would be marked by headquarters as danger is not to be left standing and that it may yet serve to cause the death of another. But I cannot allow fear of future failure to allow me to become something I am not." Having disarmed the woman, he would begin binding her hands when the guard would arrive to inspect the sound his earth jutsu had made, rushing over to the shinobi who was in the midst of apprehending the woman.

Standing, Yuuma would sigh out quietly to the night air. "Bind and gag her. She has a unique ability to sound of her abilities but that doesn't mean her fingers won't work." He said, looking down at the woman and allowing himself another moment to consider what he wanted to say, though there was little left he could tell the woman that she would hear. Likely, this would be the last time they would ever meet again less the woman managed to escape the claws of the jailer and wanted to seek her revenge. "Take her to the Wolf's Den."

TWC - 2,626

[Exit. Claiming victory and mission completion.]

Claims:

Approved