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[i]Uchiha Clan Compound - Night[/i][/center]

Yuen glanced over at Kyoumu her eyes moving like a crosshair, meeting his eyes. No Sharingan was present in her gaze, instead it was something much worse; a signal nothing threatening, just the confirmation of destruction should he react in a way unsuitable towards Yuen’s situation.  [color=ffc3bc] “Kyoumu, you boast your weapons with some pride it seems. I do as well,”[/color] she said raising her kunai up in the air. [color=ffc3bc] “The only difference between my weapon and yours is the lack of my clansmen’s blood staining mine. Do you think it wise to be boasting your bloodied weapon by the time Lady Kimiko gets here?” [/color] Yuen said putting her kunai back into its pouch.

Yuen allowed some air to enter her lungs as her chest expanded into her shirt beads of sweat slipping down into her shirt from off of her neckline. She pushed her hair out of her eyes matting it back, the curls spooling down all the way to her lower back. She looked over at Hato, her eyes now friendly and kind. [color=ffc3bc]“I say we leave Kyoumu and his thugs for Lady Kimiko, it is not our place to pass judgment on someone’s actions, just to defend our people. We know their names, there is nowhere for them to go, so unless they plan on fighting their way out of this clan, Lady Kimiko [i]will[/i] deal with them.”  [/color]

Yuen walked over to Hato from where she had been standing and put a hand kind on his shoulder. [color=ffc3bc] “It’s over now; do you know where Rin is? He should get some medical attention pretty soon.” [/color] Yuen gave Avin a sympathetic gaze, her eyes reading something along the lines of [i]we’ll help him[/i]. 
 

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[i] Land of Wind Deserts-->Monzaemon Clan Gates – Night [/i][/center]
Four men surrounding one small girl, each man boasting a large weapon, one an axe, two swords and another a cudgel. They all bore smiles on their faces, though none grander than the girl’s. She was wearing a cloak that covered the majority of her body, shielding it from the great desert sun during the day and the harsh sand-carrying winds during the night. 

Mirai, feeling like a bomb ready to burst inside her cloak, could feel the bristle sand with her tail which was moving in slow deliberate circles, ready to act. She could hardly contain her excitement as he largely black eyes glanced at the two men she could see with ease and her well-adjusted ears listened to the two behind her. Her hands came up in a slow deliberate motion, forming one seal, in an instant a shadow clone-looking copy of Mirai appeared beside her. Mirai then buckled forwards, as if she was exhausted. 

[color=c2b280]Little girl I’m afraid you have no way out of this situation. One shadow clone isn’t going to be enough to get you out of this one.[/color] He said to the entertainment of the other men around him. Laughing he walked up to the clone and seemingly exhausted Mirai and casually gripping his weapon on his side. As he reached the clone his left fist tightened and he sent his meaty fist straight after its throat. The clone instantly disappeared in a cloud of white smoke as the other three men laughed hysterically. But from the white smoke they did not hear they friend. An air of tension spread over the vast desert expanse as all of them waited for their friend to chime in. But instead out from the white smoke blew a mass of black smoke, traveling towards them, growing exponentially in size paralyzing the three men. Before long, they were swallowed up by the black smoke which continued to barrel past them. 

First sounds of confusion would be heard, as one man claimed it smelled of ash, another claimed it felt thick and it could feel it gathering on his skin. They all would begin walking towards Mirai and their partner’s last known location. But before they could make it five feet, the faint sound of teeth clicking would be heard before a deafening explosion would be heard echoing across the great expanse. 

[color=21eb5f]”Is it too much to ask for a challenge every once in a while? Huh?”[/color] Mirai asked the now statue standing beside her frozen in time, leaning on him and sighing deeply, her tail receding into her lower back and her iris’ expanding pushing the black lining out of her eyes. The girl exited sage mode with a needlessly deep sigh. 

[color=21eb5f]”Well at least I’m here.”[/color] Mirai said looking not one hundred feet in front of her current position was the Monzaemon clan gates. [i]I hope I can find work, this walk was a bitch.[/i] Mirai thought to herself approaching the gates and giving an audible knock on them, waiting for a response.