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It was useful not to have to actually enter the village to get the suspect back to HQ; it was something Keiyaku would have seen as a potential risk given Akira's penchant for carnage and pointy, stabby objects. Arriving at the base of the mountain, and having first blindfolded him, he loaded the prisoner into a rickety-looking mine cart. After Tanuki bounded inside too, they set off up through the mountain. Keiyaku turned to his ninken and spoke to him in the form of a few grunts and growls to which their was an answering bark from the dark, and, as soon as they arrived, Tanuki bounded off down the passage, off to deliver a message. The ninken came, after a time, to a door, upon which he pawed and whined, hoping whoever was inside would grant him entry; he was looking for the Sennin, and, once he found him, would usher him to follow.
"Let's be havin' ya then," said Keiyaku, once again slinging Akira over his shoulder and proceeding down the cold, dreary passage.
"Hm," he said, stopping abruptly. The passage walls were lined with many ANBU-style masks of all different colours and varieties, but their owners long since lost, their masks having been put on secret, tributory display in respect of their memory. The Inuzuka stopped by a particular one, decorated like the face of some kind of insect, and bearing a plaque beneath it reading 'MANTIS'.
"Well, Mantis, our problem decided to show up again. Don't worry; I'll get to the bottom of this. I won't let ya down."
And with no further elaboration, Keiyaku continued on down the passage, taking many turns and corners, walking for what must have been at least twenty minutes, until finally, there was the sound of a heavy door being thrust open. Inside, Akira would be placed on a chair, his blindfold removed and given time for his eyes to adjust to the light of the flickering torches around them. The masked ANBU officers stood on the other side of a table, like a typical interrogation room, his arms folded as he stared soullessly into the dark sage's eyes from behind his mask, waiting for the Body Bind to wear off.
"If you would state your name for the record."
It was useful not to have to actually enter the village to get the suspect back to HQ; it was something Keiyaku would have seen as a potential risk given Akira's penchant for carnage and pointy, stabby objects. Arriving at the base of the mountain, and having first blindfolded him, he loaded the prisoner into a rickety-looking mine cart. After Tanuki bounded inside too, they set off up through the mountain. Keiyaku turned to his ninken and spoke to him in the form of a few grunts and growls to which their was an answering bark from the dark, and, as soon as they arrived, Tanuki bounded off down the passage, off to deliver a message. The ninken came, after a time, to a door, upon which he pawed and whined, hoping whoever was inside would grant him entry; he was looking for the Sennin, and, once he found him, would usher him to follow.
"Let's be havin' ya then," said Keiyaku, once again slinging Akira over his shoulder and proceeding down the cold, dreary passage.
"Hm," he said, stopping abruptly. The passage walls were lined with many ANBU-style masks of all different colours and varieties, but their owners long since lost, their masks having been put on secret, tributory display in respect of their memory. The Inuzuka stopped by a particular one, decorated like the face of some kind of insect, and bearing a plaque beneath it reading 'MANTIS'.
"Well, Mantis, our problem decided to show up again. Don't worry; I'll get to the bottom of this. I won't let ya down."
And with no further elaboration, Keiyaku continued on down the passage, taking many turns and corners, walking for what must have been at least twenty minutes, until finally, there was the sound of a heavy door being thrust open. Inside, Akira would be placed on a chair, his blindfold removed and given time for his eyes to adjust to the light of the flickering torches around them. The masked ANBU officers stood on the other side of a table, like a typical interrogation room, his arms folded as he stared soullessly into the dark sage's eyes from behind his mask, waiting for the Body Bind to wear off.
"If you would state your name for the record."
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