Hands seize Yuzuru by his shoulders. His bow and arrows are snatched from him and tossed casually to the side. He's marched over to the commander, who grabs him by the chin and peers at him, assessing.
Then he smiles as well. "We have the prince. I think celebrations are in order. Strip him."
Even before the commander finishes speaking, there are already rough hands pulling at Yuzuru's finery. The soldier grips at the expensive cloth, yanking hard until there's an audible tearing noise.
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Hands seize Yuzuru by his shoulders. His bow and arrows are snatched from him and tossed casually to the side. He's marched over to the commander, who grabs him by the chin and peers at him, assessing.
Then he smiles as well. "We have the prince. I think celebrations are in order. Strip him."
Even before the commander finishes speaking, there are already rough hands pulling at Yuzuru's finery. The soldier grips at the expensive cloth, yanking hard until there's an audible tearing noise.