
Nobunaga Inuzuka
Nobunaga only stared at Daiki as the Naito began his assault. He would not fight back. He would not even give him a slight bit of resistance. His point was already made and fighting right now would only end in his death. Even if he stopped Daiki, there would be so many others. Those that believed in Ayame. Nobunaga hand waved Oichi to calm down and sit before he was forcefully slammed into the mighty earth below their feet. As it all came to pass, all Nobu could do was stare at Daiki. His eyes never left the man's own gaze. A wince in pain as the kunai tore through his shoulder but never a break in eye contact. No matter what happened here, Nobunaga would raise up again. Another time and another place but for now Daiki would be one of the few he wanted to take out. Ayame, Yamato, Fuji, Daiki, all of them. All of the idiots that agreed with them deserved it too. Maybe it was anger. Maybe he had finally felt the beast in him that his mother always toted about.
The wound dealt to his arm was painful indeed and a young woman, a chunin like himself, arrived to help him in this situation. Nobunaga finally broke contact with Daiki and rested his face on the dirt, taking in the pain from his wound. It was hard to describe how painful it could be to feel a kunai all the way down to the bone but Nobunaga knew it well. The initial response in attempts to cripple a swordsman. Fortunately there was someone there to help him. She had succeeded in healing his hand but it would take time to heal his shoulder. Warm blood slid from his shoulder, splattering along the ground. He knew he would survive but just what could he do next.
"Thank you." Nobunaga muttered to Yuna as he closed his eyes and rested right there.