[Honestly? It's never fully safe to hand Akechi a weapon, even on a good day. And on a bad day -- like this one, it's definitely a high risk factor.
Because right now Akechi is in his own world, filled with pain and rage. His vision has tunneled out. The red eyes shining in the rage as he sees nothing but the white hands sprouting up from the water, whispering their sweet nothings, trying to lure him to join them in the lulling abyss. He does not for one minute believe in such false promises, no - never again. He will cut and destroy everything in his way, he'll tear the entire world apart if he so has to.
Screaming keeps swinging his blade to all directions, aiming at the hands reaching for him. Of course, if he was in his right mind he'd already realize that he's only making it worse for himself -- but right now there are only enemies in front of him. His brutal blade is solely designed for his aggressive fighting style, hacking and tearing rather than cutting, to maximize the pain.
All of the sudden he hears a voice calling for him. One that he does not recognize, sorry Minato. Because again, all he sees just another enemy standing in his way -- trying to lure him into his doom. Hah, not in his watch! With a loud, animalistic scream he bounces at Minato, sword lifted up, all ready to slash down at the body before him.]
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Because right now Akechi is in his own world, filled with pain and rage. His vision has tunneled out. The red eyes shining in the rage as he sees nothing but the white hands sprouting up from the water, whispering their sweet nothings, trying to lure him to join them in the lulling abyss. He does not for one minute believe in such false promises, no - never again. He will cut and destroy everything in his way, he'll tear the entire world apart if he so has to.
Screaming keeps swinging his blade to all directions, aiming at the hands reaching for him. Of course, if he was in his right mind he'd already realize that he's only making it worse for himself -- but right now there are only enemies in front of him. His brutal blade is solely designed for his aggressive fighting style, hacking and tearing rather than cutting, to maximize the pain.
All of the sudden he hears a voice calling for him. One that he does not recognize, sorry Minato. Because again, all he sees just another enemy standing in his way -- trying to lure him into his doom. Hah, not in his watch! With a loud, animalistic scream he bounces at Minato, sword lifted up, all ready to slash down at the body before him.]