Ragged breaths sounded out alongside swift, constant footsteps as a figure ran with someone clutched in his arms.
A young woman, in-and-out of consciousness due to a hasty dose of
Drowsiness Poison.
"Damn it." The figure thought as he glanced over his shoulder.
"I need to shake them." Tailing quite a ways behind the pair were pursuers.
Ishi-nin most likely, having happened upon the scene of the caravan ambush and taking to tracking the two attackers who fled afterwards. The wanderer was fast— but notably less so while carrying someone else. He was somewhat fit but lacked any great strength to aid in this endeavor... so instead he relied on the only things he could.
Wits and a honed intellect.
"First thing's first: I have to muck up this trail." Normally his footfalls were light and he left nary a trace of his presence, but with the weight of two people he was leaving behind clear prints in the dirt. In the brief window between pacifying the woman and taking off he had resealed his puppets and did not have the usage of his hands to summon them again.
"Into the canopy." He thought as he bent slightly at the knees and slid...
Only to leap upwards and off of the road, channeling chakra into the soles of his feet with the
Kinobori no Waza to aid in him rebounding from trunk-to-trunk, then up onto the branches. At least this way it would harder for them to follow.
"I'll double back just in case." To be safe, he kept his path erratic and made sure to retread some of the path he had taken. It would be tight, but if he could muddy his trail just enough to confound the pursuers, he should be able to gain enough ground on them to leave them far behind.
"If I'm remembering right, there should be a town not far from here." The thought occurred to him as he traveled with the woman in tow, a lone bead of sweat trailing down one side of his face from the exertion. With any luck, they could blend in with some of the locals. And if fortune was not on their side... well, at least it would be a more defensible position than the middle of some vast forest.
Aside from his breathing, the wanderer was mostly silent as he darted along the branches of the trees, pushing himself as hard as he dared to create distance. After some time the signatures in his head grew more distant, and eventually blipped out of his range entirely.
"We have at least a kilometer on them, now." He mused to himself, not slowing down in the slightest as he leapt. It was a larger gap than before, but not nearly enough for his liking.
"Is that..." Jump by jump a distant opening in the tree leaves grew nearer, and once he neared the end he slowed up just enough to peer out.
"Finally... we're here." Glancing down at the woman's face, he adjusted his grip on her form. By now his arms were burning and he was almost completely out of breath, add to that his chakra fatigue and her injuries, and their situation was looking dire. With a slight grunt, he dropped down from the branch, landing in a crouch near the edge of the tree line.
"She needs medical attention— fast." Somehow, he made it through unscathed.
Kazama was not as fortunate, and it was likely her serving as distraction that allowed for his own lack of serious injury.
"This woman needs a doctor." He spoke as he approached a local townsperson, who could only stare mouth agape and point down the road to a local clinic. With a nod as thanks, he briskly walked in that direction.
Hopefully the local medicine practitioner was up to snuff. Of course he had the antidote for his own poison, but his expertise in healing did not extend beyond old soldier's remedies of common herbs.
"Hang on, Kazama..."