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[h2][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h2][/center]

	The others were dropping down into the area like true ninjas, shadows and rustling leaves following those that fell from the sky, while the others just seemingly appeared from nowhere. They didn't matter though, The only being in the vicinity that mattered to him was Yamato, the guilty party, the man on trial. Jaakuna and Shin tried to debate his words but even they couldn't clear Yamato's name or actions. The facts were the facts and for the most part, they were against Yamato. 

	Soon the suggestions and arguments of the others were lost. Veiled behind a curtain that shot a beeline straight from Yamato and himself. Between them, the intensity that were their families' rivalry sparked to life. Gaze to gaze, Daiki's cold expression would only grow colder as Yamato's anger grew. Admittedly, if he could, he would have attacked the man right there; the urge was so strong. 

	When Sentou arrived, her words long and informative, the veil clipped unloose. When she spoke, she often garnered the attention of everyone around her. He noticed this at the party, people often turned to see what she would say? And he was no exception. Not like he admired her or respected her, it was just some innate reaction. When she tossed the phone his way, he caught it and held it in his tightly clenched hand. 

	Yamato went on a verbal and threatening rampage, a undiluted killing intent thickening in the air. Not like Daiki hadn't seen it coming but the full brunt of it was confronted by his own monstrous resolve. The Minamoru were a prideful bunch, made up of people that were much more accustomed to killing than talking. His brows furrowed. They weren't unlike his own clan. The Naito was infamous for making the hard decisions, always putting the mission first. So when slanderous words were tossed their way for it, they were quick to rectify whoever sullied their names. 

	[color=red][i]The hard decisions ...[/i][/color]

	But Yamato's killing intent only grew stronger as time waned, just as his own resolve had. Daiki was unafraid, if not tensed and ready to attack. Just as before, Yamato was upfront about his problems, something that "Konoha's Dog" had respected. Cause that meant his throat was wide open and ready to be torn open. But at the moment, neither of their wills seemed ready for conflict. Daiki was sure someone would interrupt and uncertain if he'd come back to reality as willingly as before. Their's was a death battle that was bound to happen, it just needed the right time and place. 

	Yamato's phone rang afterwards and as he took the call, the tension in the room shifted, the intent seemed wholly on him now; Focused and concentrated. But so was Daiki's resolve, it was just now met with a equally powerful force. The auburn-head male felt the heaviness of the prodigies earnest, last words. And for some odd reason, they conjured a archaic, wild smile onto his lips. Daiki chuckled madly for seconds, the chakra in his blood rampaging inside of him. Was it reacting to the hatred that exploded inside or was it the anticipation? 

	Unknowingly, he dipped his hand into his pocket. [color=red]" Of course not, [i]kitten[/i],"[/color] he uttered. 

	Moments later Takeshi continued talking. Daiki had decided to ignore him wholeheartedly. The man was different all of a sudden, the chakra around him felt darker ... chaotic. He didn't want to be bothered by it at the moment. A feeling in his gut said that he should be worried about his growing angst. His reactions were changing. Ever since that battle at the party, something in him shifted. 

	[color=red][i]Yamato Minamoru ... Things are escalating just like Mentor told me. I know his family as something to do with it? and that means eventually he will too. So what now? do I follow him and see where he goes?[/i][/color] He looked up towards the exit that Yamato took from the platform. His image was still a shadow in the light to him, herding him towards a certain path. [color=red][i]I'll see this through till the end. Lives were lost, bonds questioned. Feuds relit. And this is only the beginning. Let's see just where the end of this ropes lays.[/i][/color]

	When he finally leapt from the stage and onto the ground, Fubuki's voice was directed towards him. He walked towards the same exit Yamato used, gold eyes resting on her for a moment. [color=red]" What you're saying doesn't matter. I do what my instincts guide me to do. You may think I'm blaming him because of his family but its more than that."[/color] With that said he stopped and turned towards Aoi and bowed shortly.

	[color=red]" I'm deeply sorry for ruining your get together. If you can find it, somewhere in your smiling heart, I'm sure you'll see my intentions ... I just wanted everyone to know what they were dealing with,"[/color] He paused, looking down thoughtfully. [color=red]" I truly did appreciate you adding me into the Chunin picture."[/color] he stated. 

	Then he leaped off after Yamato, a dark blur bounding from the treetops to the rooftops. The air rubbed his face softly as he checked his surroundings. When it was all clear, he open the flood-gates to his eyes, allowed the chakra to touch his retinas, and activated his sharingan. The crimson hue took over before swirling the two tomoe seals into place. He spotted small clues that led to Yamato's location. And when he grew close, he deactivated it. 

	With a tsk, he paused stealthily in a tree, hiding his presence as he gazed on Takeshi and Yamato. The former Jashin and the young Minamoru was together? Yamato wasn't making it hard to blame him for the murders. For now, he'd just observe and see what they were up to. He'd need proof and the facts if he wanted to bring down the Minamoru and the Jashin inside the leaf.