[ They'd had Yamagishi back home to scout their path back, alert them of incoming Shadows and missing persons just around the bend. Here he doesn't know what they have or what they'll face, and it fills him with a sense of unease. His shoulders tuck inward protectively and he keeps some steps behind both Bolin and Setsuna lest something ambush them from behind.
When the footsteps patter into existence, he freezes, fists balling reflexively, completely ready for whatever monster is it that's about to spring out at them. (He really wishes he had his axe right about now, or even that dumb bus stop sign Minato had foisted upon him for giggles.) But instead, it's a flock of children, wide smiles on their faces and boxes in their hands.
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When the footsteps patter into existence, he freezes, fists balling reflexively, completely ready for whatever monster is it that's about to spring out at them. (He really wishes he had his axe right about now, or even that dumb bus stop sign Minato had foisted upon him for giggles.) But instead, it's a flock of children, wide smiles on their faces and boxes in their hands.
The sight's enough to throw him for a loop. ]
What the—
[ Is this normal? ]