There must be a way to go around this very intricate process of growing tentacles and making large complex structures for his safety. Maybe a part of him could absorb it maybe? Or use these little appendages as supports for his trajectory- though that would be difficult to pull off in practise.

Well, with his arm like this he's already draining his energy with getting it nature healed- he needs to fix up that mess as soon as he can.
While his mind is already busy with the thought of living with such an ailment on a daily basis, he's suddenly spooked by a voice speaking to him.

A voice he was quite familiar with.

"Akechi-kun?" He turns to look at the source of the voice before his eyes widen at the manifestation of the large bird hovering before him. Oh great. He seems a lot younger though and perhaps even less polished- an interesting imagery of the supposed prince.

Akira’s wish.

"Erm- thanks!" he sheepishly answers about the cool trick. "I was just testing somethings...am I in your way?" He gestures his hand down a little as one of the tentacles slowly unwrap from the pole, now lowering down and retracting to the area behind him- clearing the path in the way.