"M-Moe-chan! Let go of me!" 

Naoto squirmed uncomfortably in the iron grip of Moeka Shirokami as he was slowly but surely dragged away.towards the battlefield, half-insincere, half-sincere protests quickly fading once the futility of it finally dawned on the taller partner. And so, Naoto and company headed off to the Saiga District to complete their mission before Moeka went crazy and started up the friendly fire.
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Naoto rubbed his sore arm, only half-listening to the situation at hand. Seemed there was a mass of thirty Shades to deal with. "Can't be that bad, I mean at least it isn't thirty one!" he laughed, unholstering his Mauser C96 with a nice little gun twirl around his trigger finger. How he managed to do so to a semi-automatic pistol without managing a misfire was... actually quite impressive, truth be told. "Anyway," Naoto continued, quickly lining up a nice shot before [i]not[/i] pulling the trigger and dropping his aim, "An hour's too long. Surely we can't be [i]that[/i] slow, even if we're giving the new guy a hand's on lesson." Naoto giggled a bit, "In fact, if you would just give me 10 minutes.." He put his gun to his head as casually as someone would put a spoonful of food into their mouth, or earphones on their head. Which could only mean one thing...!

Naoto dropped his aim. "...Is what I would say. Buuuuut I'm not here to spoil your fun," he said cheerfully after glancing at the shaking form of Akihara post-Moeka firing volley, "C'mon now, take your shot. They aren't even human." As if to emphasize his point, Naoto also put his finger to the trigger and aimed at the Shades in sight, not yet firing. "Feel free to take your time!" Naoto encouraged(?), "it's not as if lives depend on it! No rush!"