"I'll abide by your judgement as a medical nin." Sakumo replied to Marise as he darted towards them. He landed beside the genin and took Imouto's arm, wrapping it around his neck and then standing up with her in tow. "I can manage this. Now we'll need to find Kaname and get out of here."<br/><br/>With that, they departed, hopping from one tree to the next. "Mari-Chan, can you see her up ahead with your Byakugan?"<br/><br/>He looked away, "I'd hate for anything to happen to her..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kaname surrounded herself in electrical energy, a protective shield. The ominous figure, looming over the defeated monster, turned his attention back to Kaname. That one eye of his... it definitely wasn't normal, and was probably the one thing that kept him from being helpless to resist her genjutsu. He launched off the heavy limb and went to hop off another to continue his attack on Kaname.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for him, he had chosen a less than sturdy branch to hop from and as he landed, it creaned and cracked under the pressure. He barely just landed when it crashed. The man's jump was thus much shorter than he anticipated and he missed the next branch. The unusual weight of his body, it seemed, was something that he himself was not fully accustomed to.<br/><br/>Still, just as he was falling but when he was still at eye-level with Kaname, the man produced a knife from his cloak and threw his hand out. The blade came with unerring accuracy, piercing through her lightning shield as sparks flew forth from the barrier. It was thrown off course just enough to avoid striking her heart, but the blade still twirled and spun by her bicep, cutting a deep gash on her arm.<br/><br/>It wasn't a particularly large blade, nor did it seem like he threw it with anything other than what strength was needed to propel it towards her- and yet the wound was biting, as if she'd been cut from a sword handled by any ordinary ninja.<br/><br/>Lodged in the tree behind her and off to the side, the knife protruded from the bark with her blood still on the blade.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ryoichi attack; 18+Modifiers<br/>Damage; 9<br/>Free action to dislodge the dagger from the tree.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>From Shirō's mouth slipped not a needle, but something of the same kind of shape and size. A lockpick fell into his hand. He looked towards the door as he picked the manacles. Yasuo had at least bought some time when he swallowed the lock, but this was no amateur shinobi that dared to infiltrate Tanigakure.<br/><br/>The sound of footsteps were approaching from the other room. As silently as he dispatched the Chuunin, it wasn't clean or quiet enough. His blue and green eye each remained fixed on the doorway as he frantically worked to pick the lock on his manacles. A shadow was cast on the floor of the jail room just as he opened the cuffs.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Maki nodded to Tashi's words, almost mournfully so. Then he leaned closer, speaking with a smile. She caressed his cheek, "You're young yet. But not getting enough sleep will age you, Tashi-kun..."<br/><br/>"Besides, I'm afraid I don't have your... stamina, ah?" The Jounin coyly replied. She sat up, her nude figure half obscured by the sheets. Maki was modest, but had little reason to dress that way. At least if it wasn't for the tattooes on her body, and they were even in such a pattern and design that accentuated her womanly curves.<br/><br/>"I don't want to sound... coarse." She began, brown eyes worrisome as she looked upon Tashi, "But perhaps... it would be better if you went home. The Mibu would not approve of us being together... and I don't even know how the Daimyo would take it."