@skinwclk responded to koredesaigoda:
“it’s just a cut, really.”
it’s a diagonal slash deep enough to sever tendons, would’ve rendered anyone else immobile but hina doesn’t question her squad leader. she does, however, give him the side-eye from behind her porcelain mask, even if she’s pretty sure it’s not a display of machismo on his part. pretty sure he’s incapable of it.
you don’t normally associate uchiha itachi with that kind of childish shenanigan.
“if you say so, captain.” the mask might be utter shit in communicating facial expressions, but she makes do with the snide inflection in her voice. it’s a two-man infiltration mission and they’ve somehow dropped right into the middle of a political unrest midway to their rendezvous point. talk about bad luck. hina winces when she tries to put some weight on her busted ankle. “what’s the game plan after this?”
Even if Itachi had said it was just a cut, his mind was only registering how deep it was now when his eyes were fixed upon the gash. Blood pumped out of it profusely, the flow of which he’d have to staunch quickly if he wished to save his limb. Their progress would be hindered if they took this time to recuperate, but as they all knew, the success of their mission was imperative.
Inwardly, he cursed himself. Of all times for that symptom to appear, it had to be just then? That shot of paralysis had almost cost him his leg. Might if his luck took a turn for the worst. The only silver lining in this mess was his high tolerance for pain.
“We retreat. Take care of our wounds. We can’t risk the success of this mission because of carelessness.”
