traversing alone was nothing new to him but W I T H someone, well, that was a different story. the scenario was different this time around --- there was no escaping the Hokage’s daughter. she’d wanted to come on a walk with him this morning and he didn’t didn’t want to tell her no lest she cry or give him one of her childish pouts. a sibling was something kawaki never had --- there were other children from his past but they all had perished by Jigen’s haste.
surprising when he’d run into trouble and so soon. a sharp pain shot through his shoulder --- feet being lifted off the ground, the weapon sheering at his muscle almost painfully. gray eyes angrily pierced black ones --- a man who stood just outside of the gate. a beg for help from that certain member but all kawaki had gotten. . .was a back turned.
rage. the boy’s hand flew up and latched onto the enemy’s face. did they think they could do this to him and not E X P E C T him to retaliate back ?! lips curled up into a snarl. the urge to kill shot through his entire being as if it were instinctual. he felt the familiar tug of power spread on his face, down his arms causing gooseflesh to appear, and finishing off on the back of his hand. the hand that was now grasping the wretch’s face.
kawaki was all too aware of himawari behind him. his eyes met the child’s --- a mix of awe and also fright. the orphan turned his now rage-widen eyes at his captor. the urge to kill was eating at him, but he was not going to do that while boruto’s sister was feet from him. so what did he opt to do ? surrender. the moment his curse mark receded was the exact minute the enemy had slammed his bodice down, hard --- it was enough to create a minor crater.
Kawaki was used to pain. and this person before him was smart enough to come where no villagers seemed to be at, but stupid because he’d be found out right away. besides. . .didn’t naruto say he was keeping a C L O S E E Y E on kawaki’s whereabouts ?