A dark figure materialized in the haze, an eidolon born of mist and shadow risen from some dark terrible hell, silent. Mei held her breath, her throat burning with the effects of her boiling chakra, but the figure took a shape she recognized and loomed over her. Mei opened her mouth, but he silenced her with a finger on her lips. His thumb wiped cooled lava from her bottom lip as he pulled her close, and she was transported back years into the past on a dreary morning when he’d had her back for the first time. His nodachi was balanced expertly in his free hand and dripping blood. He’d been busy.