Daiki sweated for a moment as he read the reply:

Message received and carrying out recommendations immediately. Are you alright? Do you need assistance? Shikamaru.

Yes! He thought. I need help damn it. Get me the hell out of here! But he knew that that was impossible. There was no way someone could reach him in here without getting both of them killed. It was logical that he find his own way out. That was probably what they wanted him to say anyway. Heart thudding he wrote his reply:

Surrounded so no. Will attempt to find main detonator whilst I am here. Keep clear and scout for more paper bombs. If someone got close enough to do this then they might as well be inside the village too. Take no chances.

The reply took a long time in coming and by that time he was already on the move again. That was the only way he'd get out of here alive. By heading into the most deadly part of the trap for the main detonator. If he did that... well...less paper bombs would go off. It would by no means stop all of them but he'd have more of a chance to escape than if he did otherwise.

Daiki, don't be reckless. We'll come and help as soon as we know the leaf is safe. Just stay where you are and don't touch anything!

Yeah like that was going to happen. What was it about grown ups and their false promises? He was too used to hearing those from his dad to be swayed by them anymore. What would the cheating wanker say if he saw him now? Not that he'd care. If he was going to get out of here he'd do it his way and on his own. It was just a training exercise he told himself clambering along a branch and dropping down into a clear area.

Four hours passed and he'd moved fifty meters. He'd stopped crying ages ago and had received no other messages from the leaf. All he could think about was how a drop of sweat infused with his own chakra could mean the end of his life. He was dehydrated, hungry and exhausted from concentrating so long. He didn't even need to pee anymore he'd lost so much water. Every movement could be his last. The trees around him were now coated with paper and everyone had a mess of threads leading to other pieces of paper. It was like the most mammoth problem solving task on how to survive that he'd ever had to do. The silence was also pretty terrifying. There was no bird song, no breath of wind, nothing. He was completely and utterly alone. And with a glance at his watch it would be dark in an hour. He'd have to sleep here. Or rather prevent himself from going to sleep. He couldn't risk his moving limbs in the night even brushing past one of these threads. Although on the plus side, at least if he was asleep, he'd just die without agonising over it first.