It was tough for Akira to tell if Chinatsu just didn't like him or actually just had a strange and off beat sense of humour, either way he didn't reply or respond, he simply continued to stare ahead. Soon after a silence settled Sayuri chimed in, providing a reassuring and optimistic outlook on things. Her positivity was somewhat infectious and Akira couldn't help but crack a smile, especially when their Sensei offered support to the idea.

As Hirudora warned that they were drawing near Akira's breathing picked up slightly and heart began pumping faster, adrenaline entered his system and he felt he was prepared...Or at least as much as he could be. He looked around his team one last time, hoping that together they'd be able to over come whatever came next.

Something was wrong. His Sensei had faltered and slipped back and he had over taken him, why? Was he preparing some kind of detection technique? His mind raced to come up with a solution as his head turned around, things were moving in slow motion and he finally saw what had happened. Akira knew that there was nothing he could do to help his Sensei now, he wasn't a healer, he wouldn't be able to move a fully grown man on his own and he was the furthest forward. Acting on instinct he reached into his bag and threw down a smoke bomb, hoping that would provide cover from further throwing weapons. After pushing off from his position the boy leapt off the nearest tree, rushing back towards Hiroshi and calling our to his team mates. "We have to move him! He's in no state to fight with a wound like that!" As he drew near he hoped that at least one of them would aid him.