The Frontlines -Event-

Continuously the man shouts out in attempt to hear that of Torako's voice in return. Though to no avail are his attempts successful. So, once his voice had gone hoarse, he left with the thought of him having failed to save the life of Torako. Head hung low, he misses the flare sent up by Mihamaru, not that it mattered, Ubaga hadn't even obtained a kill. As the man slumps away from dying out chaos, a huge, massive thicket of raindrops blankets the area. It was as almost if Ubaga accumulated so much guilt that he had actually formed, not just a single-serving cloud to pour over him.. but an array in which scattered across the sky! It made him even sadder. He didn't mind in the sense that he was getting soaked entirely. But he he did mind it in the sense that it just made him think deeper. What he could have done? What even happened? Things like that riddled his thoughts,so much so it clouded the silver-lining waaaay back in his noggin. That silver-lining was the thought that she might've actually just got away. But that seems to foolish a thought, or so at the time it does. So like the forgotten frying pan on the back burner, the silver-lining remains unthought of but still there nonetheless. During his way out of the area, he stops by the medical tents and returns all the vials, except one. He keeps one.

After all, throughout the entire chaos that ran amuck, He was left wondering what has come of tribe? Were they hit with this plague? He needed this cure, to bring to the tribe Shaman for anyone infected -- or anyone who might be infected in the future. Should the situation arise once again. For now though, he goes to check on his Ramen Bar. It was on the way out of the Rukongai anyways and he figured that it might've been looted and or destroyed. (Luckily neither was the case)

[exit]