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The sinking of the stomach. Dread butterflies fluttering chilly gales inside the chest. Breathing shallow, irregular. The heart's beating: audible, wild, rapid. Pupils dilating, beads of sweat forming upon the brow. The slow metamorphosis of shock and surprise into icy cold fear, colder than the North Wind.

Raging anger. The seething of blood, the bubbling of tension under the skin. It burns white-hot inside. Anger. Irritation.

This is how it feels to be Ueno Haruka right now.

Tsurenai Kusaru. S-rank. Kill on sight. He remembers the bingo books. He remembers how dangerous she is supposed to be. And she's standing right there, in front of them. He takes a single step back. His eyes don't leave the duo. Why are they here? What do they want with his group? It is fear that has overtaken him. A fear that has him tense, fingers twitching for his weapons. He doesn't want to fight. They don't seem like they want to fight. He wants to speak, but he can't. He doesn't know if they can even defeat Kusaru if a fight broke out.

That mystery is the danger.

[i]To lead uninstructed people to war is to throw them away.[/i]

And then Yamato strikes anyway.

Fear gives way to anger.

Irritation, mostly, as well as panic, and Haruka cannot help but swear quietly to himself as the group is thrown into the fray of battle, as more join Yamato in combatting the duo of dangerous ninja. It is uncoordinated, unplanned and absolutely unacceptable to what had been his optimal scenario. He had not wanted a fight. Especially against these foes.

He thinks that they're all going to die.

He really hates his life right now.

This is how it feels to be Ueno Haruka.

This is how it feels to be frozen immobile and cursing the world.