Gengyo himself became that rope. He wrapped his hands tightly around that large black iron ringlet and he gave his orders. "LATCH ONTO ME AND PULL, DAMN YOU!" His heartbeat with an aggression. In his mental simulation, the Uesugi had already made their way into position, and they were plucking arrows from their quivers, about to line up a shot before they would move once more and Gengyo's opportunity would be lost.
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