Operation Rescue: Continuing the Search

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Wanizame was getting a bit heavy breathed as he skipped across rooftops that just days ago he had met the boy so eager to fight. Was he fighting even now, in the middle of chaos, so eager to find a fight that he didn’t bother stopping for even emergencies? Wanizame honestly couldn’t answer that question, he had more important things on his minds as he sped above the heads of the crowds rushing up towards the temple. Hopefully the monks from earlier were now prepared for the month, and hopefully Nigai had let them know exactly what the situation was around the mountain.

Minor injuries were everywhere, but most people didn’t even need the medic-nin to stop and fix up their wounds and scratches. With a leap over a wide gap, Wanizame quickly noticed his jump falling short and reached out with his hands as fingertips manage to grab the ledge and pull his self up with a huff and a brief pause as he wiped sweat from his brow. Sweat? Well, it was becoming a long night indeed. Not able to take time and rest, Wanizame is quick to take a breath and continue on his path.

The rooftops were treated carefully, Wanizame unwilling to become one of the injured thanks to a simple misstep. No injured in this section by his quick scan, but still plenty of frightened and more looking around wild eyed without knowledge of what was happening.

“Mommy? I can’t find my Mommy!!!” the cries shrill and panicked as a little girl stands in the middle of the mad dash up the mountain.

Landing beside the child, arms wrapped around her form and hefted her into his embrace as he pushed off and back onto the safety of the rooftops. Shinobi were literally everywhere, mostly genin assigned to help herd people upwards. As the girl cried into the chest of Wanizame, he spent these precious moments scanning the crowds for a similarly panicking woman who was wondering where her child had gone? A blond woman clearly fit that description and Wanizame leapt from the roof to shoulder through the crowd towards her. Using his body to shield the child from those around the pair, she is quickly placed into her mother’s arms with a simple suggestion.

“Head with the crowd, hold on tight, don’t get separated. There is enough chaos going on, children need their parents right now.”

Thoughts of his own parents flickered into his mind briefly, but if there was anything he knew it was that a thought far too selfish and undeserving of his attention. His parents were intelligent… they would make their way to the temple no matter what obstacles had occurred. His father was resourceful, and the shop hands would gladly help his mother keep up with her chosen mate. But even as Wanizame pushed the thought from his head, a feeling in the pit of his stomach kept just a hint of worry in the back of his mind. It seemed that the sadist did have a heart somewhere in his chest, but his taste for inducing pain didn’t include this chaos. This was simply stupidity in his mind, people hurt by stones falling from the sky was ridiculous and if that rock happened to be a person, Wanizame would definitely grant it a slow and painful death to show exactly how pain should be relished by the inducer. Idiotic rocks and their lack of sentient nature.