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[h2][color=9e0039]Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”[/color][/h2][/center]
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Yamato glanced at Aoi as she arrived with a box full of pictures, before explaining what they were. [color=9e0039]“That would be like sticking another dagger in their heart. But it's something that must be done.”[/color] It was, truly, like another dagger - the same difficult job that a medical nin had when he noticed a disease in someone that would, ultimately, be fatal, or a jonin who had to tell a parent their child died in combat doing their duty as shinobi. It's a tough job, and it hurts a lot for those who receive news or memento's. But it had to be done regardless. [color=9e0039]“I can deliver the pictures.”[/color] he offered, knowing that others might feel too attached to the victims to be able to do it without shedding any tears. It was the least he could do for the victims and their families, not knowing any of them. Well, apart from his little tussle with Shogo. 

When he had turned back around he had noticed Naomi closing in and standing next to him, asking him some question that he could only vaguely answer. [color=9e0039]“To interrogate and guilt trip us.”[/color] He tried to force out a smile to Naomi, wanting to comfort her with the idea that he had as little an idea why they were [i]really[/i] here as her. But the smile came out more like he looked serious and deep in thought - which he was. He was about to walk away to leave this place. [i]Nothing interesting was happening anyway, and Aoi would likely want to bring the pictures away herself.[/i] Besides, he had other matters to attend to since last night. He pulled his hands from his pockets and set a step forward when Daiki started speaking.

Yamato stopped dead in his tracks, as if frozen, his hand still sticking forward in a walking motion as Daiki implicated him and his family. Slowly he steadied himself, his hands falling down straight next to him. Feet turned, eyebrows furrowed. Yamato faced towards Daiki and balled his hands into fists, Yamato becoming visibly angry and agitated. His eyes were pointed directly at Daiki's, looking him in the eye directly and meeting Daiki's gaze with his own as if their visions were two clashing armies. But he kept quiet, his hands now shaking with anger as he balled them up. There was no answer to Daiki's question, which could be seen as either suspicious, or an act of heavy aggression. 

Jaakuna interjected with his own opinion, and drew the conclusion that Yamato must have a shit father. Something that Yamato disagreed with. To him, his father was a good man, one that demanded respect, a man that could rise above any of these people their fathers. There was still no answer from Yamato, who was still growing increasingly more angry, still comitting visual war with Daiki, looking at him with an anger of all the previous generations, as much as Daiki was looking at Yamato with the same amount of anger. This wasn't [i]just[/i] about the murders last night, and anyone could feel it.

Yamato only shifted his gaze to Paneru when she had finished speaking. His eyes spoke books, notifying everyone that Yamato was above angry, he was furious and his honor had been attacked. He'd have to defend himself, verbally or physically. And knowing Yamato, you'd know that verbality wasn't his strong suit. [color=9e0039]“Shut up, Paneru.. I would sooner kill you and all these miserable people than let some would-be shinobi read my mind. How about we read your mind, Paneru? How many failed missions would we get to see? How many dead comrades of yours? How many times would you see others jumping in the breach to save you, risking their lives because you're weak? I should kill you, but there's nothing to gain in that. Tigers don't mingle with rats like you.”[/color] If anything, his words weren't meant to disprove the theory that Yamato had killed the chunin, they were meant to hurt, to stab and kill like a kunai. He just wanted to harm the feelings of this little girl so she would shut up, and realize that she wasn't a true shinobi. 

When Sentou had appeared, and thrown some phones around, Yamato didn't bother catching the one meant for him - if he even got one thrown at him, considering he was the 'outcast' or 'suspect' in this situation - instead he let it fall, cracking on the concrete flooring. He didn't bat an eye at it, still looking at Paneru while trying his hardest to contain his anger. Slowly his gaze changed from Paneru to Sentou, and it didn't take a samurai or a Hyuga to notice the killing intent. However, instead of the normal killing intent, which was focussed on one person specifically, this time it was much stronger, a killing intent in general, that went out to everybody in the room. [color=9e0039]“I don't need you, or your phones.”[/color] He looked down at the phone and saw it's screen was cracked. He raised his foot and stepped on it, hard. If it wasn't broken before, it was definetely broken now. [color=9e0039]“You are all worthless shinobi's. Your fate has already been decided.”[/color] It was possible some might remember what Yamato had said earlier to Daiki, after the fight.

[i]Watashi wa Kami. I am god. I decide your fate.[/i] Every second Yamato stood there, the killing intent that shone out from him grew and grew. It was remarkable that the boy, who was usually quick to agitate and who was always aggressive, was containing himself for so long. But it seemed that whatever was holding him back, had it's limit too. He stepped forward, his hand slowly heating up and catching fire as he did. It seemed that this time, he didn't even have to form seals to activate his Fists of the Tiger technique, seemingly his emotions being enough to do so. Another step towards Daiki. He'd keep stepping closer slowly, both his fists heating up and emanating heat that could be felt by all those inside. [color=9e0039]“Fucking Naito-dog.. what makes you think you can speak about me? What gives you the right? Nothing does. Where were you when these people were killed? Were you there to defend them? Huh?”[/color] His verbal jabs weren't anything special so far, only returning several accusations to Daiki without disproving them at all. 

[color=9e0039]“No, you were at a [i]fucking party, getting drunk, hiding in a [b]fucking[/b] bush.[/i] What about my family, huh, baka? Should I let them die? When I got home and found my sister Rei and her friend, cowering in a corner because there were strange shinobi in our backyard? Were you there to help me get them out of there? Ah? No, you weren't, you were sitting in a corner, crying because of some kid's death. You're a chunin, baka. This isn't a game anymore, this isn't a genin world where you can save a cat from a tree and get a wage for doing children shit like that, [i]idiot.[/i] People die every day, that's the life of a shinobi, it's the life you chose yourself, so don't try and blame me for your petty little emotions.”[/color] He was very close to Daiki now, being able to touch, and attack him if he wanted. But instead he looked around the entire group, spinning in a circle slowly to look every one of them in the eye, his angry face saying all that needed to be said. But he wasn't about to let his face speak for him, continueing his little speech. [color=9e0039]“That goes for all of you.”[/color] 

He looked at Jaakuna specifically long and walked up to him, shoving him back with both of his hands with remarkable power, way stronger than he usually was, probably sending Jaakuna back a few meters into a wall if he didn't brace himself. [color=9e0039]“[b]NEVER![/b] speak about [i]my[/i] father you inbred piece of shit.”[/color] Without wasting anymore time on Jaakuna, who hadn't acted [i]overly[/i] hostile to Yamato unlike Daiki but had still received Yamato's anger, he moved on to Shin, turning to him and pointing at him with his flaming hands. [color=9e0039]“And I'm not gonna tell you shit. What my family does is my bussiness, not yours. How about you tell me about your family, you sack of shit? Tell me about all the dark and deep secrets the Maru clan has, with pieces of shit like your father leading them?”[/color] 

Yamato was about to walk closer to Shin, most likely to shove or punch him too, when he felt a buzzing phone in his pocket. He looked Shin in the eyes several seconds more before his fists stopped flaming. He walked to the exit but didn't leave, turning back to face the group as a whole before picking up the phone. There were only a couple of people that could, or would, try to call him right now. If it was who he thought it was.. [i]Rei..[/i] After last night, he felt like she was in danger without even knowing it. He looked on the display and noticed it wasn't Rei, a relief to be sure, but the person that [i]was[/i] on the display had not called Yamato ever before. He answered the phone. [color=9e0039]“Yamato.”[/color] He didn't bother with formalities or saying hello even, since he was being called and he wasn't in the mood to play around - obviously - and listened to what Fujitora was asking him. His entire facial expression changed during the course of a one minute phone call. It was essentially impossible that nobody would notice this, that's how much it changed. [color=9e0039]“I've never heard of this location.”[/color] It was a blatant lie, but a very well hidden one. Besides, nobody would be able to hear what Fujitora asked, and Fujitora had no reason to [i]not[/i] believe that Yamato was speaking the truth. [color=9e0039]“That company doesn't exist. Sorry.”[/color] Without waiting any longer to bother with Fujitora, he hung up after saying sorry. 

His attitude was somewhat different and the killing intent that was in the air shifted as well, as if the anger wasn't aimed at the people in the room anymore except for Daiki. Yamato would look Daiki straight in the eye as he spoke his next words carefully and slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in an angry stare. [color=9e0039]“After I go and kill the people that tried to harm my family, I will continue with you. This isn't over, [i]dog.[/i]”[/color] Having said that he turned around and walked out the exit, taking off into the trees towards a secluded location in Downtown.

On [i]21 Iroi Yamanaka street[/i] a large, abandoned warehouse was located. It didn't stand out whatsoever, completely in the same style as the area around it was. Downtrodden, broken windows, doors hanging half off the hinges. It was a typical Downtown building, not far from the chunin hangout. The sign on top of the warehouse read [i]'M..a...u a.. Su.s....'[/i] Many of the letters had faded or were completely gone from the sign. It looked like nobody had been there in ages but looks deceive. 

Yamato landed in front of the building, at the large, metal double door that provided a main entrance point to the warehouse. He didn't go inside, instead waiting out front while staring at the door. [i]This building was used as a Senju DNA trafficking center by my father.. but after a jonin found out, they cleared the building and abandoned it. What idiot would move his group here.. a building formerly owned by the very people he seeks to oppose?[/i] he thought to himself. 

Surely the others wouldn't let him get away so easily without wondering where the fuck Yamato was going. And if he entered now, they would only get in the way without a plan to approach this situation. Yamato wished that he hadn't gone to the meeting, that way only he himself would've known about this location without alerting anyone else to it, and he could've done this by himself and never spoken a word of it to anyone else. Now, he was forced to keep those idiots in mind. He waited for a couple of minutes to see if anyone else would follow him.