>>5895499>>5895520>>5895559>>5895560>>5895824>>5895833>>5896329>>5899781>>5900229If a pin dropped, you would have been able to hear it. That pin drop would cause something to break, but it seems that’s going to happen one way or another so you may as well do it yourself. You could apply some direction.
“Screw it, you two clearly have some beef no matter what. Instead of some fucked up brawl, let’s just settle it with a fight in a more organized manner than just having an uncontrolled scuffle. Get it out of your system.” You say, bluntly.
You additionally form the Inu seal to try to manipulate the alcohol in the sake bottle to take that out of the equation, but there’s no jutsu you can use to directly control it other than water spike. Still, you manage to shake it slightly. You’d need to learn a specific jutsu to control water in a generic fashion.
Naoki’s eyes dart to you because he sees you subtly forming the seal. The second he does, the sake bottle falls, shatterin- NO. A jolt penetrates through your spine, instinctual will to not allow that to happen. Tora Inu Mi, you form some of the water in the sake into a water spear, stabbing through the neck of the bottle and into the ground, preventing it from breaking. Junpei begins collecting it, calmly.
“Oops.” Yuzuki says, smiling. “Well, you wanted me to let go of it, right? Can’t do that with you holding my wrist.”
Naoki comes close to hitting her. Real close. He gets a look in his eye when he’s about to do something violent; the emotion drains from his face and he tenses up, kind of like a cat getting ready to annihilate a rodent. It’s a face he was wearing right now. It was a focused, blank look. With a tenseness to it.
And she was close to hitting him too, or perhaps stabbing him: You didn’t know her that well, but it dawns on you that this was the same Yuzuki from watching her spar with Yuna when you were all younger. She fought with a kind of metronomic rhythm, something she probably learned to do from timing all her attacks to the swing of her kusarigama’s chain for so long. You realize that she was probably going to do something the moment the bottle shattered, that would have been the first beat, the start signal to whatever her initial moves would be. You also notice that her other hand has remained suspiciously close to her kunai pouch this entire time. Though she didn’t have her kusarigama with her, she was the only one here who showed up strapped. Violence was inevitable.
You haven’t offered an alternative to violence, but you have offered a way to mitigate the fallout.
Naoki lets go of her wrist. She retracts it close to her body, rubbing sensation back into it because its blood flow was clearly restricted. Naoki lets out a long, drawn out sigh.
“Alright. Let’s settle this. Ground rules: Don’t cut me or stab me. In exchange, I won’t break any of your bones.” He says.
