Post by Ichiro Yoshi on Jun 12, 2013 1:13:25 GMT
Hiro sighed in frustration, twisting to try and reach behind him. It wasn't working. The sheaths strapped to his back weren't meant to be undone easily; that was part of the point, after all. No, they were meant to stay attached to Hiro through thick and thin. Generally speaking, this was a good thing. It meant that he wouldn't lose his weapons if, say, a giant cake managed to barf all over him or something. But generally he wasn't getting the sheaths of his weapons snagged in so many tree branches that it was downright ridiculous. And he generally didn't have one hand occupied with a surprisingly calm cat while he struggled.
This should have been easy. An old lady, cat up a tree, practically traditional. Hiro wasn't entirely sure why there was actually an old lady here; that part did seem a little odd. And he wasn't entirely sure why a cat had wandered this far from the residential areas. Again: he didn't sweat the details. There was a lady; she needed help; Hiro helped ladies. It was that simple.
It had even been simple enough to scramble up the tree. Hiro was, after all, remarkably fit for his age, due in no small part to the martial arts training he kept putting himself through. He didn't even have to rely on his dodgy ninja skills to work his way up. Hiro had just needed to grab a branch, pull himself up, and move from there. He'd reached the cat, scooped it up, and had totally thought he'd just scamper his way down. No sweat.
Then the sheaths had gotten caught, and well, Hiro was stuck. he couldn't drop the cat; she'd either hurt someone or get hurt. He couldn't reach behind him to undo anything. He couldn't squirm out the sheaths. He was, in short, well and truly stuck. And so he sighed, hitting his head against a nearby branch. Why couldn't he shake a feeling that this was going to come back to haunt him? And soon?
This should have been easy. An old lady, cat up a tree, practically traditional. Hiro wasn't entirely sure why there was actually an old lady here; that part did seem a little odd. And he wasn't entirely sure why a cat had wandered this far from the residential areas. Again: he didn't sweat the details. There was a lady; she needed help; Hiro helped ladies. It was that simple.
It had even been simple enough to scramble up the tree. Hiro was, after all, remarkably fit for his age, due in no small part to the martial arts training he kept putting himself through. He didn't even have to rely on his dodgy ninja skills to work his way up. Hiro had just needed to grab a branch, pull himself up, and move from there. He'd reached the cat, scooped it up, and had totally thought he'd just scamper his way down. No sweat.
Then the sheaths had gotten caught, and well, Hiro was stuck. he couldn't drop the cat; she'd either hurt someone or get hurt. He couldn't reach behind him to undo anything. He couldn't squirm out the sheaths. He was, in short, well and truly stuck. And so he sighed, hitting his head against a nearby branch. Why couldn't he shake a feeling that this was going to come back to haunt him? And soon?