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[b][h2][color=Orange]Tanji Tsugiharu[/color][/h2]

Just outside Fuu's Tavern - Konoha Ame - Suna Border, Harvest Festival[/b][/center]

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Thirsty. So thirsty. The honorable commanders must had thought to test Tsugi's loyalty and diligence on such festive days. Some of his squad-mates had told him it was clearly a leisure post in thanks for his work in "intelligence gathering" that he be given guard duty near his favorite drinking hole. But he knew better, the officers in their wisdom wanted to test him, to make sure he was dutiful, to not partake in his usual past-time while on duty. And they were right, Tsugi remained stoic in his duty despite the obvious ploy from his squad-leader to [b]"come join us, for the love of god man, it's a festival, relax." [/b]

Tsugi just nodded and smiled, remaining at his post knowing about the "surprise inspections" that the confederacy is known for.  He will admit however, that his heart did waver a bit, but like a sign from above cataclysmic explosions created a horrific cacophony in the air. He knew it, the officers were wise to give him this post as his squad (clumsily) ran from the tavern at the ready to respond to the situation. His Jonin gave quick orders to fan out and assist the panicking civilians. Each of the members of the Confederacy's new Intelligence Corp. were trained sleuths and masters of the ambush, so the task of  civilians took some time to get used to. 

As Tsugi saw that civilians be directed to nearby safe-houses, a trio of what he assumed to be traitorous Red Sage dissidents bended a alley and came upon him with murderous intent. Tsugi looked at the men. And did what any brave, loyal soldier of the confederacy would do, he ran. Bending a corner straight into a dead end. This was it, the end to his young life, the men fired off a series of hand seals, yelling "Flame Seal: Fireball" in unison. Such, Tsugi, haze clone #13, just 2 minutes old, died in duty. Well, dispelled by his parent, who at this point had slipped out of the ground, and thrown senbon with deadly precision at their jugulars filling their systems with an intense paralytic.

"That-that seemed too easy..." Tsugi sighed, screams still echoed around him. "Well, gotta get more." He jumped high onto nearby rooftops, and spotted 4 more traitors. He quickly formed seals for his False Sound jutsu and gave them the good ole' "pained screams, in need of help comrade," that lead the into the traps of his squad mates, who (in all honesty) were much better at the whole killing thing. He was just there to provide the voodoo illusions, he always enjoyed the "wooden logs full of explosive tags, made to look like a wounded child/woman/comrade." Good stuff.

He looked around the chaos, it was a long day ahead of him, looked at his various vials, and grumbled out loud, [color=orange]"Fuck, I forgot to ask the quartermaster for the stronger stuff."[/color]