[Well this sure is a far cry from a cozy little cafe with flavorless cookies... Kashuu steps in to slice away at a few of the reaching vines that seem particularly enthusiastic, keeping his guard up for the bats that swoop downward. His sword - out and at the ready - appears to be clean. It's mostly just because he stops to wipe the blood off every so often, though. Far cry from how hard it had been to strike something down months and months ago.]
Hah, shame we have to meet again under these kinda circumstances. Need any help?
[He's pretty ready to stab a thing if Minato needs any backup, at least! Or bat them away with his sheath, which he holds in his other hand for that express purpose. It's not like he delights in killing things, after all.]
iib!
Hah, shame we have to meet again under these kinda circumstances. Need any help?
[He's pretty ready to stab a thing if Minato needs any backup, at least! Or bat them away with his sheath, which he holds in his other hand for that express purpose. It's not like he delights in killing things, after all.]