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

	[b]" And you're sure of what you heard?[/b]" Mentor asked last night. 

	He and Daiki gathered in the backyard of head Naito house; Mentor rested on the wooden ledge of the large home while Daiki walked the grounds in a circle. His mind was too cluttered with accusations, fear, and decisions for sleep to come easy to him. Wearing a tanktop made it easy for the cool air to clutch his skin but it was barely noticed thanks to the hot blood pumping through his veins. 

	[color=red]" Yes, Sensei. The Minamoru Clan is Yakuza and ... it seems this spawns from them. I don't know what to do."[/color]

	[b]"Who else knows about this? is it just you?"[/b] he asked, hood pulled up and clad in his black cloak. A certain danger was in his voice, a tense and strained importance. 

	[color=red]" No. When I was heading there ... I felt Aoi pull on the bungee she attached to me. She heard it too."[/color]
	
	[b]" Listen, things have just gotten a lot more complicated for you. You're in a dangerous situation and its one that could rock the village and shake the world. These ... Jashin worshipers are worrisome, almost as much as the Minamoru being Yakuza,"[/b] he sighed openly as if considering the two equally hard prospects. Then he stood up, approached Daiki, and clasped his shoulder firmly. [b]" From here on out, use [i]it[/i] if you must. Its your greatest tool and ally. The Uchiha still has a long legacy of being feared, you have very good eyes, Daiki. Don't be afraid of using them."[/b] 

	With a few more words of caution, Mentor started for the long track to exit the compound. 

	[color=red]" Wait, where are you going?"[/color] Daiki asked, a tinge of fear in his voice. He couldn't fully explain what it was like watching his uncle leave but it was akin to watching someone die. It felt like he'd never see the man again, and that feeling pulled at his heart, chipped it with every step he allowed. 

	Mentor paused and a after a thoughtful moment, looked over his shoulder with a reassuring smile. [b]" I'm worried about your safety, Daiki. You didn't really think I'd just sit around and do nothing. Things could escalate from here and I won't lose my nephew to someone else's conflict. I've already lost too much in my lifetime ... I refuse to lose you too."[/b] 

	After that, Daiki watched Mentor leave until the shadows had consumed his dark figure. The next few hours were filled with him just lying in bed, golden eyes focused on the ceiling. At one point, he grabbed his pillow and tossed it so hard that it flew through the traditional slider and outside onto the ledge. Through furrowed eyes, he covered his face with his arms and tensed his jaw in agitation. 
	
	[color=red][i]I know what I have to do now...[/i][/color]

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	Daiki sped through the treetops, the lush green of the village shimmering around him. He just a shadow amongst the thick branches but the leaves covered him in scintillating hues of emerald. This morning, the text he had received was just what he wanted, a way to convey the truth to everyone at one time. To him, it was the perfect setup. 

	While approaching fast on the meeting spot, he noticed a young girl flying over and in front of him. Trepidation gripped him once he saw a school of geese crash into her. He pushed himself faster to catch her, and he almost had when a figure rocketed from the trees below and intercepted him with a soft [i]thud[/i]. 

	A moment later, he shot beneath the two like a bullet, body turning in mid-air as he landed on a steady branch. He eyed Yamato holding on to Paneru, time moving slow as he caught the heroic image and then rebuked it. He felt his chakra rousing inside and blood boiling behind his eyes. It was a bit strenuous but he held the Sharingan in check and descended after the two had touched the ground. The rattle of leaves buzzed shortly before Daiki dropped straight down onto the platform. With a cursory glance, he took note of the others. Though his attention resided on Yamato afterwards. A sense of duty kept him from outright blasting the prodigy's guilt. 

	Instead, he sat down on the platform, legs hanging over the edge. He popped his fingers one at a time as he waited. [color=red][i]I'll wait for, Aoi so she can back me up. Then I'll confront him.[/i][/color]

	When Aoi finally arrived ... looking [i]normal[/i], Daiki had to steel himself from approaching her. She had been the first on the scene. Seen all the gruesomeness firsthand and by herself, without anyone shouldering her, took in the full brunt of the murders. He bowed his head a bit before interrupting her picture ceremony--if one could call it that. He climbed onto the platform and with a small pat on Aoi's shoulders, relieved her from speaking. 

	[color=red]" Sorry about this, Aoi,"[/color] he uttered before growing loud. [color=red]" I know most of us don't wanna talk about what happened yesterday. But there's something that we all should know."[/color] His eyes fell onto Yamato again, a stabbing glow in its calm exterior. 

	He stepped off the platform and crossed his lean arms over his chest. [color=red]" The Minamoru Clan is Yakuza and they ordered the killings. I heard it from the culprits as they hid out near Yamato's house. This wasn't just a coincidence. Or the first try at some psychotic killer. It was a planned action coming from the Yakuza Boss, Rejio Minamoru ... Yamato's father."[/color] 

Then anger seeped into his voice, though his face remained steeled. [color=red]" You left the party right before the screams were heard. I wouldn't put it past the Minamoru, so I'll ask you straight out. Did you kill those Chunin in the forest? was it you and your family's plan? You all ... your entire clan, its dealing with something big isn't it!?"[/color]