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[h3][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h3]

	[color=red]" Good ... now Aoi won't be upset."[/color] he jested in return, his expression unchanging. 

	[color=red]" Yamato Minamoru,"[/color] he whispered thoughtfully, snatching out a pale-navy scroll from his jacket and unraveling it in the air. A quick palm-smash into the middle of the blackened ink, and a puff of smoke spat out a large broadsword. Before it could fall he reached out and grabbed its hilt, eyeing the two Yamato's charging towards him. He knew the Prodigy had a backup plan, charging recklessly didn't earn him that title. 

	[color=red][i]What's your real goal? Is it to distract me? or maybe ... confuse me. I'll just take you both down.[/i][/color] 

	He held his five-foot broadsword horizontally, both hands closed around the hilt as he judged the space between himself and Yamato's hasty attack. The guy's hands was ablaze with a fiery light, discouraging actual hand-to-hand combat. The ground beneath him felt soft and un-moving; that was good. Either way, he had more than enough room with Anemone to strike, especially if they were somewhat synchronized. 

	Anemone became clad in a crimson wind, the roar of a powerful gale came to life as Daiki artfully slashed the both of them. But one of them broke off from the attack, continuing forwards just as he cut through the first. Daiki's mind went to work, for that was all that could be done in the quicksilver moment. Just as the weightless clones puffed out of existence, he released  Anemone into the air, and formed the single [b]tiger seal[/b] with his bare hands. When he did, warm hands gripped a tight hold over his wet shoulders. Holding him in place. 

	He stared at Naomi, stuck looking in that direction with a slight smirk on his lips. He had gotten it off just in time and in fact, his hands were still stuck in the [b]tiger seal[/b] position. Daiki knew that beside him--just out of reach the ember arms--his clone had took hold of Anemone and was now attack the snobbish, Minamoru. 

	In the same fluid motion that he grabbed it, the shadow clone went to thrust towards Yamato, aiming to slash open his side and keep him from finalizing whatever-the-hell his jutsu was. Like all Naito Clan members, Daiki never underestimated his opponents. And if that meant biting Yamato to death than that's what it meant. Like the dog he was called, he would bite till his opponent was motionless. Besides, what ninja couldn't be prepared for the opening act.