Akio frowned meekly, looking towards Raiden when he declared his intent to fight. He raised both hands, palms out, in a defensive way. While doing so, he simply dropped his sword and took a step back. "Wait, what? Oh, no no no, it's bad enough that I got roped into all this! I don't want t-" His attempts at opposition were cut short, and an intense pressure filled the air around him. His head pounded, and his body felt like he was being forced under an intense weight. At first, he withstood it, but when he turned and met sight of Mitsuhide, he felt the increased weight even more. Unprepared, he fell to a knee, feeling waves of sickness radiate through him.<br/><br/>Unconsciously, a demonstration of Akio's abilities began to manifest. The grass on the ground surrounding him began to grow and mutate, thickening to vine-like plants. The tips sharpened and hardened, growing a bark matching the shade of wood his bokken's blade was made from, and pointed themselves towards Mitsuhide. Before they could shoot forward, he reached out and grabbed the two, pulling them back, and spat out a sentence through his intense discomfort. "Stop, stop, stop," He repeated, tightening his grip on the weaponized plants. After a few moments of uncertainty, they immediately withered away into a loose pile of compost.<br/><br/>Akio turned and got himself out of the aura of pressure that had been forced upon him and the other warriors, letting out a breath of relief as gravity felt less oppressive just past its limit. He'd stumbled and fallen, but taken no injury, thankfully. When he turned to look over the others, a concerned expression crossed his face. Especially when he noticed Hiroto had barely reacted at all.<br/><br/>The half-oni simply stood there, his club held head-down against the floor, a hand laid open-palmed across the top of the handle's ring. "<span style="font-weight: bold">A fancy trick. Do you have any more sorcery you'd like to show us?</span>" He asked, his free hand casually moving up to rest on his hip. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Or is that all you can manage, small one?</span>" Standing strong and inhumanly tall, Hiroto let out a deep, casual chuckle. He felt the pressure being laid upon him, but at a non-lethal level, it hardly even registered. He was more than certain that this person, whoever they were, could do much, much more with the power they were currently exerting.<br/><br/>And he wanted to see it.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, this was cut short as Hirohisha stormed out from the inn. All that rage was certainly being displayed, but not in a way that Hiroto had previously hoped. Instead of harnessing it in a battle, he was sputtering about like a hungry infant. It was, quite frankly, an embarrassing spectacle to behold. With a heavy breath, Hiroto opened his mouth to speak, only stopping when he noticed a dark presence flow over the angry boy. Upon noticing it, he took a step back, swung his club up onto his shoulder, and balled his free hand into a fist as he watched it overtake Hirohisha's arm.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">More sorcery,</span>" Hiroto spat out, voice taking a somewhat condescending tone. He glanced over his shoulder, and upon seeing Akio sitting there watching the spectacle, used his foot to slide the boy's blade back towards him. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Get up. Things are about to get fun!</span>"