[ Any sort of motion near the subway is cause enough for alarm. Minato sees him from further inside the subway, Shigeru's movement cutting off the light from the entrance when he raises his arms.
His breathing's a little ragged and he's running with a bit of a limp, but Minato hurries forward with a thin sword trailing behind him— it's a little grimy with water and the fibers of plant matter, but beneath that, the blade glows a cold white-blue. Instead of speaking, he motions with his free hand for Shigeru to settle down, or sit down, or whatever a downward wave of the hand might mean. He just needs the other man to stay still so he doesn't accidentally slice off his leg along with the vine. ]
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His breathing's a little ragged and he's running with a bit of a limp, but Minato hurries forward with a thin sword trailing behind him— it's a little grimy with water and the fibers of plant matter, but beneath that, the blade glows a cold white-blue. Instead of speaking, he motions with his free hand for Shigeru to settle down, or sit down, or whatever a downward wave of the hand might mean. He just needs the other man to stay still so he doesn't accidentally slice off his leg along with the vine. ]