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In the hours that lapsed, Hokushin spent them all in deep meditation. He was for all intents and purposes a model prisoner, choosing to eat the food provided to him, even though it was intensely unpalatable. He even kept quiet, being nothing but polite to the guards despite his obvious extensive martial arts background.

He didn't anticipate that the one who beat Drulovic would return so soon, but he had to act quickly before he could take her life.

Chanting a quick shrinking jutsu, he shrank his body to fit through the bars, and under the door. Once on the other side, he reversed the Jutsu to return to normal size, moving swiftly across the pod towards the open door of Drulovics cell.

As Ulrich was slouched over the old woman with knife in hand, Hokushin reached out with incredible speed, and precision. He aimed to grasp the wrist with the knife firmly, and wrench the guard back, to pull him off, and away from Drulovic, with the second aim to put himself between the two.

While doing this, Hokushin said nothing, and moved in almost total silence.