[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/47a888d2-9910-4b1a-bff8-05214ddc08a4.gif[/img][h1][color=fff257]Acion Nakamiji[/color][/h1][hr][/center]
He'd seen enough. 

[color=fff257]"You g-"[/color] 

But could not say anything. 

The moment he tried to intervene, it was like a bird with a broken wing. When the step was taken, he felt as if the weight of the entire world was crashing down upon him, but his hand saved him just in time as he was about to lose his balance. He swore he could feel as if someone was trying to sever him limbless. How deep was that feather struck in his leg earlier? It felt like it had gone through his bones or something. Dulga surely could not be taken lightly. But still, he found himself hanging onto the rail near the wall as he felt his world real again. He watched as the rest of the observers began attempting to stop the fight. But to no avail.

He wished it wasn't, but it upon closer inspection, he figured it would be impossible. This wasn't just a normal fight over who gets to have candies or shits like that. This was a head on ideological fight. And it was between two men. Of course he'd never approve such methods of solving their difference, but he knew shouting at them would only make the situation worse. Like he said, they would not make up if they were forced apart like this. He'd so much prefer a talk with at least one of them, but right now, one of his legs was virtually useless to say anything. 

[color=fff257]"Yeah I don't have the strength to intervene right now. Thanks anyway Kishimoto-san."[/color]

Supported by Tomoe, Acion slowly left the training room to the infirmary. After a brief check-up by Kiwi, he was healed up pretty fast, but she did recommend taking his time at the infirmary, as the wound was a little severe for a training exercise. He did not intend to disobey her though. She knew what's best for all of us.
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