… Why? Why? Just why? Against all odds, as if the world was singling him out as the biggest idiot in Iwa, Mitsu just perfectly repeated Uta’s stupid long name as if anyone should be able to at first notice. Something-something-Gojo-whatever-nah, he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. Did they set this up? Was this just a big scam?
It was dangerous to let all the blood get to his head, but with veins popping up on his skull due to the bubbling anger cooking within him, he was only making matters worse for himself. Man, fuck all of this, the moment he’d get a chance to cut the wire, he’d be out of here in a heart…
Okay, okay, FINE! She didn’t have to plaster it right onto his face like that, and she especially didn’t need to invade his personal space that carelessly! What was she thinking?! He ought to headbutt her or something, but she’d probably just make the wire an even worse trouble for him… but she didn’t need to be so close, get away! Make some space, damn! He even moved his head back a bit, not too sure if the redness of his face was all still due to the blood rushing down to it.
But she had a point. Uh, Tree-Walking, eh? Funny, he never thought to master that technique before now – maybe all of his personal struggles kept him back more than he’d admit. But her analogy… pebble? He remembered trying that before, but it never worked. Maybe she was just lying straight through her teeth. "Da faky a mean pebble… nah, dis shou’d be ezy,” he proclaimed with a tired grunt, just wanting to get off of this damn wire as soon as possible, "… Ya mean dat, rite? No razors?”
He'd choke the shit out of her if his hands got shredded anyway, but alas, here we go. All he needed to do was channel chakra to his hands, right? He’d done that before when practicing Raiton Techniques, so it shouldn’t be too different from that. Still, first off, he needed to add some build-up of his back and stomach muscles… they were going through a field trip today. His muscles would definitely be much more smoother after all of this.
"Aren’t Tantetsu all ‘boutta hidebound, doe?” he commented before bending his torso up in the air, with invisible waves of chakra emitting from his hands. Now… if he was training tree-walking the normal way, then he’d obviously start out with a much wider surface area to touch, but a wire? Next to no surface area to grab onto – this was more than hardcore, sink-or-swim practice. This was straight-up unfair! The nerves of this pyromaniac or whatever she was!
"N-Argh, next ta nodd’n to grab onto! Fuck ya chai tea-looking a-"
And, as if hit by a bat to the face, his complaint braked immediately. He wasn’t like this, was he? Nah, he wasn’t like this! He was made of tougher stuff than what a mere wire could break! In deep silence, he suddenly grinned Mitsu a flashing smile, and while his teeth weren’t that sharp, his eyes spoke another story. "Just kiddin’. Watch dis!” With a swift sit-up, he finally reached the wire and held on, and this time, his hands weren’t sliding off like grabbing onto a pole smeared with butter. Still, based by the look on his face, he was running out of air.
"Ya, Uta. Uta! Way betta name dan dat tongue-twistuh… as for me-" he spoke up with all of his might, watching his hand slowly slide off of the wire but holding on as if his life depended on it, "Got sum big Taijutsu shoes to fill… but I ain’t bout all dat Taijutsu and shit, das too boring! I laik to spice et up wid Ninjutsu too, just laik ma coh Taki… but fuckin’ hell, tryna figure out som’thin just for me. J-Just a style, just for me-"
And there his hand slid off, sending him back down to his previous position – dangling about like fish bait. A few seconds passed before he tried again, though… sort of preoccupied with all of that. Except this time, he managed to climb up a few grabs, a rather explosive development given just how little surface area that wire held. "How long am a gonna do dis?! Uta, ya got sum snacks with ya? Belly’s empty.”
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