Make him tap... If Yusei wasn't completely unable to read other people's body language, he would be able to see how those sentences made Shosuke grimace uncomfortably, his face actively shifting into one of deep discomfort and distaste at the situation that he had found himself in.
There was an irony... despite everything? Despite being a soldier, having dedicated his life to the path of a warrior, despite having killed many people on his previous missions? Shosuke abhorred violence. He was a doctor, he wanted to save people, to make the world a better place, to keep people from getting hurt. So the idea of visiting violence upon someone else for basically no reason was something that had always nauseated him, down to his very core.
There was a part of Shosuke, one that he didn't like to talk about or admit to, that was far more sadistic than the rest. A foul, twisted little pit in his body that enjoyed the sensation of power such violence brought, the knowledge that he was better than someone else, the awareness that he was able to affect change in the world, even if only a little, by crushing other people. But when calm, when rational, when fully anchored to the world as he was right now? He could tell that voice to shut up and get lost and keep it from interfering in his rational decisions.
Were this man Hotarubi or one of the slavers he'd fought or, if he was honest, maybe even Miroru? He might have been more ready to give into that ugly voice, those intrusive thoughts, that roaring, festering madness at the bottom of the well that was his psyche. But as it was...
"If you insist." The words fell, cold and heavy as lead, out of the clone's mouth.
Yusei's had indeed managed to free his wrist somewhat from the vines that were currently wrapped around him, but the simple fact of the matter was that this jutsu was designed to take out entire squads worth of low-level shinobi at once. As such, there were always more vines, each one grabbing a hold anywhere it could, crushing and constricting and binding. Any bare flesh that he had was wrapped in writhing, slithering vines like being trapped in a den of vipers, unable to get out, barely able to breathe, any and all oxygen being restricted within that crushed chest, beaten out more and more with each passing second by the clones.
Sho, for his part, was already picking himself up off the floor, wipng away the blood from his busted up nose and lip, spitting out the bit of dirt that had wound up in his mouth whilst he was on the floor. That was when the gravity well shot out again, the sheer force of it stopping the three clones in their tracks. Their own density was betraying them, their bodies too heavy to move with Shosuke's physical strength.
Though, honestly, letting them be the thing to knock them out might have been the kinder option.
Standing outside of the graviton well, the main body of Shosuke wove together a series of short handsigns before his own hands began to grow and deform, forming into strange, thick, glove-like wrappings. Vines and leaves protruded out of them, looking all the world like some sort of monstrous living tree parasite.
"I'll try to make this painless."With a single swing, those gloves seemed to stretch out, warping and elongating, before moving to strike Yusei hard, once, across the side of the face. Hard enough, Shosuke calculated, to knock him out but, hopefully, not do any lasting damage to the boy's body or mind. Honestly being unconscious for any amount of time was not great for the brain but then neither was taking multiple bats across the face.
Though the gravity was heavy within the well, it wasn't Shosuke's strength that this technique was relying on but the strength of the vines themselves, something that far outstripped his own limited capabilities. If Shosuke had calculated correctly, this was the best way of dealing with this.
Still, he was probably going to have to give this guy medical treatment once they were done.