Ito winced as he felt alien objects grab onto him tightly, squeezing at him with such fierceness, he could barely breathe. Struggling, the ninja groaned in an attempt to escape, but it seemed he was trapped.
The man's heart stopped for a second, realizing just what was to happen. A grin rictus formed on his lips. There would be no more strings or decoys. Unable to move, it seemed it was the end for him.
The battlefield was now filled with grim silence.
Ito's aura seeped with melancoly, his face the face of a man who accepted defeat. With a sigh, he looked up at the goslayer, and showed for the first time tears.
"So this is it...", he muttered, his pained voice almost trembling.
"Please, let me see your face. I only wish to have a last glance of the one who is to kill me... before my time is up."
His face twisting in pain, tears fell down his cheek, all he could muster were weak whimpers as he looked down in defeat.
"Grant me this one last wish, I beg of you.", said the ninja with a shaky voice.
A single tear befell on the ravaged ground. Thre was no malice or killing intent in his words, all he could do was implore his foe of this last favour.