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[h2][color=fuchsia][b]Aoi Don Maquia[/b][/color][/h2]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7ZPdaqxsnU]Goodbye[/url][/center] 

Aoi, having brushed off Takeshi's support out of pride for her shinobi oath and responsibility for this situation, was the best placed to acknowledge Rena's gaze quickly drifting away into an empty void of thoughtlessness. She was indeed reaching the end of her life, but the young clown didn't want to let her leave on her own. At least until Shin decided to encase the young girl's body in his crystals in an attempt to prolong her condemned life. It didn't make Aoi smile, she knew this ability wasn't a miracle and that death was the only true deliverance for the suffering Rena. But before they could try, in vain, to save her, a dominating female voice echoed nearby. Ayame Choko must have heard from one of the others that something had happened, and intervened out of worry for Sentou. 

As the Jonin gave away orders to let her friend die, Aoi didn't move as the crystal would inevitably fade by Ayame's orders. The affirmation that she'd die was already accepted by the clown, and despite the attempts of the crew brought forward by Ayame, Aoi couldn't hear Rena's breathing anymore. Maybe it was finally over, she was gone, freed from anymore suffering. Despite this, Aoi still had a hard time letting of, to leave the body. She felt as if she had failed her friend, even if this event wasn't even supposed to be possible. She gently caressed the dead girl's cheek, wiping off vulgar stains of blood before closing her eyes out of basic respect for her. 

"[color=fuchsia]I'm sorry, Rena.[/color]" 

She mumbled, making it inaudible for others, like a personal prayer repeated quickly, she didn't want others to hear it. Her mind was somewhat troubled by what just happened, it felt almost unbelievable that something so bad could happen in the warm embrace of their home, and yet it did happen and the blood soaked clothes Aoi was wearing were proof of it. She maintained her composure, like a performer fighting stress every second as they face a massive audience. It was her forte, to keep up appearances and control her emotions in the presence of people, but it didn't prevent her from being a very sensitive and fragile flower. Critique got to her quickly, just as brutal tragedies could. 

Ayame ordered them to return home, Aoi felt that it was the best idea, forgetting entirely about the mess left at Yamato's home. Well, even if she could recall it, she'd just shrug it off and clean it the next day. She needed to be away from others, but then Ayame mentioned Yamato, something the clown did earlier which spiked her worry. Unlike others she didn't suspect him, yet. But she believed that he could be in trouble, and if that were true, Daiki would be too. 

"[color=fuchsia]Captain Choko! Daiki's up at Yamato's house![/color]" 

She warned impulsively, barely giving a second thought before darting toward the direction Daiki took. Luckily the house was really close, meaning the redhead was still in the bungee's range. She felt it still stuck on him as she tugged it. And so, she made it contract, though this time she didn't pull him in but pulled herself toward him, making her fly at him much faster than she would by running. But as usual, she'd control it and land a couple of meters behind him, making no sound in the process. Upon approaching him, she noticed a few men near the house, which caused her to hide behind a tree to avoid detection. She'd assume Daiki had done the same, or he had confronted them, something she wasn't too good at without managing the field a bit. She could only grab the ending of the conversation, which didn't help her in understanding anything. Ayame would likely be nearby and the Jonin commander was supposed to arrive soon, meaning these guys were likely going to escape soon. She just hoped nothing bad would happen to Yamato or Rei. 

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[h2][color=silver][b]Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer[/b][/color][/h2] 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tWmyPMf3wU]In the Office[/url][/center]

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Another quiet night doing overtime in the office. Fujitora had a habit of sticking around at work during late hours, not because he loved his work nor to avoid anything in his home, but because he could actually smoke various experimental drugs he had concocted in the past and see how they affected his work efficiency. Luckily for those depending on him in this fair night, he contented himself with a simple cigarette and a newspaper dating back seven decades he had managed to dig up from the archives after a small internal investigation regarding corrupt acts between higher ranking chuunin involved in quality control of imported products. He had managed to cultivate himself during this gloomy night about the 11th Hokage's term and many trends that were completely dead today. Sandals were a thing again at that time, while today they are almost completely absent for shinobi at least. There was also one article about a now obsolete board game called Gungi. Interestingly it had no origins in the current shinobi continent and they were completely unknown as of now. Interesting indeed. 

It was about the third smoke he had finished since he had started scrutinizing the details of that weekly, he head reached the final pages, when a knock on his office door abruptly ended his little session. Bummer, he was reaching the interesting jokes of the time he could probably tell his sister, only to be called names in return. Hey, he enjoyed that, people who knew him outside of work were aware just how bad he was with lame puns and worthless jokes. He didn't respond to the knock, as silence was consent within his walls, and as such, the jonin opened the door and presented the information right away. 

"[b]Sir. A message from Captain Ayame Choko.[/b]" the jonin solemnly told his superior. 

"[color=silver][b]Aya huh? Go on.[/b][/color]" the commander responded, apparently interested in hearing what his sister could want at a time like this. 

"[b]Alright. Her report indicates three bodies of recently promoted chuunin near the Minamoru household. She says your presence is mandatory given the conditions.[/b]" he informed. 

"[color=silver][b]Okay, I see how it is. I suppose the Hokage's cabinet needs to make good appearances to [i]them[/i] from time to time. Make them feel safe. Can't blame 'em. Dismissed.[/b][/color]" 

With that said, the jonin left without adding a single comment, while Fujitora got up from his chair upon dropping his little piece of literature on his desk. He really didn't want to go, especially not this late, but the Yakuza were suddenly way more involved than they should be. Meaning he had to make an official appearance to calm any possible tensions and insecurities. He walked over to the coat hanger right next to the office's entrance, grabbing his white trench coat as it was his main attire for field work, black gloves to go with it since evidence would likely be manipulated. When he walked out of his office, he pointed at two of his subordinate jonin. 

"[color=silver][b]You and you. With me.[/b][/color]" he ordered, before pointing at a nearby third. "[color=silver][b]You, get captain Umene to control the ins and outs of the city. Blockade the entire west side of the outskirts.[/b][/color]" the jonin nodded, dashing to transfer the message. 

The two followed as they went off, bouncing from building to building in order to reach as fast as possible his sister's location. 

[i]A few minutes later ...[/i]

The commander along with his small crew had arrived at the lakehouse, as it was where the incident had apparently taken place. He was hesitating to approach the main house first, but upon further thought, it may not have been a good idea. Ayame needed him asap, so he kindly obliged. A couple of chuunin noticed him and bowed before orienting him to his sibling. She seemed pretty annoyed that he was taking too long and just as he arrived a Chuunin bounced out of the scene. He could notice three corpses, two decapitated, and another probably just dead considering medical nin was still trying whatever desperate attempt they could muster. He'd tap his sister's shoulder. 

"[color=silver][b]Is the Minamoru child linked to any of this? From what you and that girl said, it appears this guess isn't out of the blue, right Aya?[/b][/color]" 

He'd say with a deep yet not so serious tone. Sure he was probably the most professional person when it came to work, but her considered his sister high enough in the ranks to be a little more casual with her. It was to say he'd let that cloud his judgement, oh no. But the seriousness act wouldn't be really efficient with her anyway. He was unaware of what dangers lied just a few yards away, which explained his laid back attitude right now. The culprits were not entirely exposed yet, quite luckily for them.