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[h3][color=0072bc]Cheiko Honma[/color][/h3][i][color=7ea7d8]At Harvest Festival, Red Sage[/color][/i][/center][hr]Chieko smiled wolfishly as she stepped back from another fallen ninja. The poor idiot never stood a chance against the likes of her. She turned her head and looked around. Most of the Red Sages were in retreat. All except those at the main building. Chieko briefly toyed with the idea of going there, but decided not to. Expecially when she kept spotting red hair. Each time her stomach did a little flip-flop. But thankfully none of them were Noriko or Umary.

Umary was intelligent. She'd know better than to be here. Not in the middle of a battle. Noriko on the other hand was bound to be in the middle of it. Which was where Cheiko was not going to go. Decision made the young girl bounded off to find another ninja to fight, or to do something to stave off the perpetual boredom. Her two lightning clones followed her, they had taken a loss two fights ago. 

Chieko paused as she spotted a group of fighters. One of them had peculiar looking clones. Very snazzy and he looked like fun. A corner of her mouth tilted upwards, the closest she ever came to smiling. She crouched down, ready to spring into the group when a redheaded shinobi turned. 

Noriko.

Chieko's mouth went dry and the girl ducked behind a stall to hide herself from sight. That had been too close. Had she been noticed?

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[h3][color=ec008c]Umary Honma[/color][/h3][i][color=f49ac2]Inside the Compound, Inside a Barrier, Confederate[/color][/i]
[@Nero][/center][hr]Umary swallowed thickly as a head appeared followed by a body. When the man fully emerged Umary raised the needled she had prepared and tossed them in his direction. Luck wasn't with her as he ducked down just as she threw. The needles sailed over his head harmlessly as the earth began to shake.

And shake.

Even with directing her chakra into her feet she found it impossible to keep her feet as the ground crumbled under her. As she lost her footing and began to fall she reached into her pouch and pulled out her poison smoke bomb and lobbed it in his direction with a mental prayer. 

Then she hit the ground, hard. She curled up in a ball and concentrated on trying to mitigate the injuries she could already feel herself getting from falling stone off the ceiling. He was trying to bring the whole building down!

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[h3][color=9e0b0f]Noriko Honma[/color][/h3][i][color=ed1c24]At the Harvest Festival, Confederate[/color][/i]
[@Lost in my Mind][/center][hr]Noriko stemmed the tide of chakra and the fireball vanished. She shifted her sword as the ninja jumped over aforementioned fire ball. However he didn't engage, instead he fled. The redhead scanned the battle ground, quickly spotting another ninja, a Confederate she recognized, Tatsuya. Another Konoha ninja.

Noriko hadn't been surprised by the erratic behavior from what had turned out to be a clone. Everyone had heard about Tatsuya's rather eccentric behaviors back at home. The flash and bang wasn't appreciated and she made a mental note to punch the shinobi if he was still alive. After all he deserved it. Noriko surveyed the ground once more before turning back to the other shinobi and the civilians, her sword held downwards but still unsheathed. Most had fled only a small distance and were coming back to what they perceived as safety. 

"[color=ed1c24]Is anyone hurt?[/color]" Noriko asked as she looked the civilians over. Apart from looking terrified, they all appeared to be okay. True to her observations they all gave various kinds of assent from nodding their heads or vocalizing their words. Satisfied no one was going to die on her she turned to the shinobi who had aided her.

"[color=ed1c24]What's your name?[/color]" Noriko asked also looking him over. He also looked intact. "[color=ed1c24]Are you going to be okay here?[/color]" Her eyes were already scouting out the field, picking out new spots where she might be needed. Mainly her eyes were focused on the building under assault. Her lips pressed into a thin line. Fighting around the grounds was coming to a head. Reinforcements were on their way undoubtedly.