Snippet #2292553

When Mashio would once again return to the waking world she would no doubt spot the heaving crumpled form that was Akimoto. Though visibly he appeared fine his chest was heaving and he gulped furiously for air. Down upon one knee and holding his body steady by the ends of his fingers digging into the soft earth. He was balancing himself precariously and working toward a full stand but only easing into such one bit at a time. The blow had landed, and it had temporarily incapacitated the vigilant Akimoto.

It was a feat that very few had ever accomplished, for his armor was thick and his determination thicker. Still there he was drawing heaving breaths and clutching at his chest. At once he pulled his helmet from his head, and lobbed the kabuto aside. Allowing fresh air to help sooth his nerves and ease the adrenaline.

Eventually he came to stand and faced Mashio once more. The features of his face going taut and stern. There was much to remark upon, but he refused to give any transparent views into his personal thoughts. The shinobi had always been this way, and so it would continue. Yet as difficult as he was to approach or even understand one could not deny that his conduct was always at least proper. He gave a deep bow of respect, and had felt no reason to continue the duel. The prodigy was mightier then he guessed, and by his own shortcomings had he felt defeat.

Of course the duel had yet to be judged, but his honor and pride already decided. He had failed to overcome the kunoichi and the only solution would be to train. Suddenly the mission felt insignificant now having tested the limits of his capabilities. Of course he would not decline if offered to take the mission, but the importance of outpacing Mashio just grew dramatically.

"Do you require medical attention?"

There wasn't a hint of concern nor kindness in his voice, he had asked more as a customary obligation. Already guessing the appropriate response while watching Mashio's movement. Theirs had been a glorious duel, it would be a shame to lose a decent opponent because of some silly complication.