[h2][color=9e0039]Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”[/color][/h2]

Taking in all the people, it seemed that more and more were arriving. Just.. just how many people had Aoi invited? He couldn't help but feel slightly angry at Aoi. That [i]bitch..[/i] Just when he was about to get up and literally kick her ass, Shin appeared and started poking at Yamato - wrong timing, pal. Yamato's hands balled up into fists again and he slowly raised up from his chair, his face turning grim as he looked at Shin walking away. When he was stood straight he opened his hands again and started forming handseals, preparing his characteristical [b]Katon: Fists of a Tiger[/b] technique, and as soon as that was done he'd flick his wrists back, engulfing his hands in fire. He'd show this idiot.. 

[color=9e0039][b]“Konoyaro...”[/b][/color] he mumbled at Shin as he approached, before getting interupted by that.. girl? Yamato had always thought her to be a girl, and she had never really talked to him so he wouldn't know [i]specifically..[/i] She bowed before Yamato, greeting him. She seemed to bow extra deep for Yamato, for no apparent reason. This wasn't really [i]his[/i] party, more so Aoi. And Aoi hadn't exactly gotten permission to use Yamato's lakehouse. So in a way, the girl should've been bowing to Aoi.

Either way, Paneru had likely just saved Shin's behind without knowing it as the interuption caused Yamato to get slightly distracted. Instead of bowing back per custom, he simply nodded lightly at the girl. As far as Yamato knew, Paneru was a medical based nin, not a particularily powerful profession but a noble one in the eyes of Yamato. Never the less the boy was rather worthless all together, just slightly less so than the rest that had gathered here. Following the young girl with his eyes, Yamato noticed that there was also a lot of people in the Lakehouse. [i]Baka Aoi.. you're gonna get punched.[/i] Yamato told himself as he saw the people, who started fighting over the girl. Yamato didn't catch the details and let his eyes wander a bit, looking at Shin with an angry look on his face. 

When he glanced back at Paneru, he noticed a big fat kid holding the girl tightly. He was obviously drunk, and Yamato didn't exactly appreciate that nor tolerate it. He started walking closer right when the boy backhanded one of the girls, and reached the five meter mark when Paneru would get released and the girls would pounce the guy, who was called Shogo as Yamato picked up. [i]What self respecting shinobi drinks alcohol..[/i] Stepping even closer, he spoke out relatively soft, not even raising his voice. [color=9e0039]“Get up you fat piece of shit.”[/color] The order was stern, but Yamato didn't give the boy nor the girls time to react as he grabbed Shogo by his collar, pulling him upright with an exemplary show of strength. 

He didn't get to punch Shin's lights out, so he'd take this fat fuck instead. [color=9e0039]“You call yourself a chunin.. I'm ashamed to be your equal according to this villages' stupid ranking system.”[/color] Truthfully, Yamato believed he could've been a jounin by now if it weren't for Konoha holding him back. Shogo didn't seem to struggle much as he got pulled away towards the lake, people making way for Yamato as he pushed past the crowd that had begun to gather. [i]“Yamato! Let him go!”[/i] some yelled, others cheered for the show of action. As he got closer to the lake, Shogo realised what was happening and started struggling, grabbing onto Yamato's hands and trying to free himself. Noticing this, Yamato stopped and kicked Shogo in the side rather hard, causing Shogo to release a loud [b]oomph.[/b] Atleast he stopped struggling. [color=9e0039]“Go drown yourself.”[/color] Yamato said as he stopped on his spot on the beach, a trail of imprints in the sand now being covered up by the following he had gathered. [i]“Don't hurt him!”[/i] Yeah, right. You haven't seen Yamato, ever? 

Rotating his body he slung the fat kid onto the water with such speed that he skidded on the water 3 times before he started slowing down enough to glide, before almost sinking. Shogo wasn't a bright kid but atleast he remembered to stay afloat using chakra. Yamato did the same, stepping onto the water while forming the seals for [b]Katon: Fists of a Tiger[/b]. However after a few steps he seemed to change his mind. It seemed Shogo hadn't even gotten up and was simply laying in the water, watching as some of his peers ran over the water towards him to see if he was alright. Either that or they were going to beat Shogo up some more for Yamato. He stopped mid-seals and lowered his hands, looking at Shogo for a few more minutes to see what the people running out to him were going to do. It seemed they were going to help him back up and bring him home. [i]Fine.[/i]

Yamato turned around and walked back to the shore, pushing past the crowd of people. Some of them looked at him angrily, others looked fearful. It didn't matter - they were below Yamato and thus their opinions were unimportant. Approaching the Lakehouse, he looked at those girls that had been fighting the boy before hand, stopping dead in his tracks as he stared them down. Looking at them for a minute in awkward silence, he uttered the words [color=9e0039]“Get the fuck out.”[/color] He wasn't sure if they'd comply but it wouldn't matter, he was not really trying to make them leave, more so trying to make a statement that he didn't really want any of these people here. Glancing over to his left where Paneru was dealing with the wounded girl.. [i]wounded.[/i] She barely had a scratch, she should stop complaining and suck it up. Yamato had dealt with broken arms due to a training session and she was getting medical help for a [i]scratch[/i]. [color=9e0039]“You, girl.”[/color] He pointed at Paneru with an angry glare. [color=9e0039]“Stop giving her medical attention. She's a waste of your [b]fucking [/b]chakra. She needs to suck it up.”[/color] 

He'd look at Paneru for a moment more with a condescending glare, but not as long as he had done with the girl, instead only looking for barely a few seconds before stepping away to the right, where the bonfire was along with the yard chairs. He threw himself down into the same yard chair he was in before and looked around again - this time even more angry. These [b]fucking[/b] people were getting on his nerve.. he had intended to use the nightly hours to perfect his Fists of a Tiger technique and instead he was babysitting chunin and genin alike. He wasn't even sure if any of them had graduated from the academy, given that most of them acted like 12 year olds, save Fubuki perhaps. Yamato'd smack his right fist into his left hand, emitting a slight bit of fire as his fist connected, then cracked his knuckle.