Considering the stark difference in their heights and physical strength, attempting to help Tech bear the burden of the guard's body would likely hinder the clone more than it would help. Rokuro will take point, watching their backs as they retreat into the jungle.
As for the dusty ground and the tracks left in it... when they begin to move, Rokuro will do his part in a different way. Looking up at the night sky, face bathed in moonlight, he calls upon the strength of Tsukuyomi to aid him for this last task.
"Stars above, please, bless us with your tears." A crack of thunder, and the handful of clouds in the sky grow suddenly thick and dark. A moment later, rain pours from the heavens. Wet and heavy. Whatever tracks they leave will be washed away, and visibility reduced in their favour.
It's a power-move, and Rokuro will pay the price in short order, but the safety of his comrade and success of their mission is more than worth the cost.
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As for the dusty ground and the tracks left in it... when they begin to move, Rokuro will do his part in a different way. Looking up at the night sky, face bathed in moonlight, he calls upon the strength of Tsukuyomi to aid him for this last task.
"Stars above, please, bless us with your tears." A crack of thunder, and the handful of clouds in the sky grow suddenly thick and dark. A moment later, rain pours from the heavens. Wet and heavy. Whatever tracks they leave will be washed away, and visibility reduced in their favour.
It's a power-move, and Rokuro will pay the price in short order, but the safety of his comrade and success of their mission is more than worth the cost.