It's close to suffocating- the smoke is like a blanket settling over them. The temperature is climbing as the volcano begins to erupt. He'd tried to keep his nose and mouth covered earlier, but with the fights still popping up as he made his way through the field, it fell off so often that he gave up on in shortly afterwards.

The hand on his shoulder is a relief for the wash of mana that comes with it, but it's also what that touch means. There's someone else here. He has help. He isn't alone. Naruto is nodding without realizing it, reaching out to clap one filthy hand on the guy's arm.

"I can do it'attebayo- but there's some guy down here, I can't get him out!"