Urunobi said words that seemed like she missed the point, but she assigned the genin with a less bloodthirsty task, and then turned – as if to let loose rage – made moves to destroy the building they were in. Shinji almighty...
She was going to bring the whole building down – on their heads, if they weren’t quick enough. Ichita turned her eyes over to the newbies, who seemed to be escaping hastily. Assured in their safety Ichita turned and exited out the bar from where they’d come from. She felt more sluggish than she had been, before, and she wondered whether or not this was the Kazekage’s post-script to the letter that was this seal.
She sheathed her sword, struggling to move the blade into its sheath. ”Ah, I think something’s wrong,”
she said, one of the great understatements of the day. She barely got the blade into the sheath when she tumbled over. As she fell, her emotions came creeping back to her, slowly. Oh my god… Those children!? How could I?
She would’ve wept if she could, but she didn’t even feel her chest constrict in grief. Her predicament of being incapable of moving was washed away by the faces of the people she had just killed. How could I have been so… so… okay! with that.
She was sort of aware how vulnerable she was, but she wasn’t able to… well, do
anything. It was humbling – all her abilities, which had led her to so effortlessly end the lives inside… Were now stripped from her. She was as helpless as they were, a lamb before lions, hoping that they wouldn’t happen upon her. Much like they had probably hoped that no one would find them, or that they would be able to deal with whatever paltry force they hoped they had come up against.