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[h2][color=9e0039]Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”[/color][/h2][/center]
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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fryxZRKHS8E]Just warming up, boys..[/url][/center]

As Yamato approached the group of friendlies in the warehouse he noticed that Daiki had killed some as well, without as much as a scratch. Takeshi was having fun on his own it seemed and Aoi was taking her time dealing with her opponents. It seemed even Paneru was doing [i]something.[/i] He wasn't particularily effective, taking just as long as Aoi to deal with a single guy who had a mallet. But.. it was more than Yamato expected from him. And when he started playing his music, Yamato felt somewhat stronger. Hell, Jaakuna was doing good as well, taking down a small group of his own.

His realization that Paneru might not be as useless as he thought was interrupted by a band of yelling mercenaries. They had their swords held high, coming from the left from a lane of boxes. Yamato clenched his teeth as he turned to face them, running at them head on. [color=9e0039]“RRAAAAA!”[/color] he yelled as he reached the first of them, who swung his sword down at Yamato. Sadly for him, Yamato was too fast and sent his fist to the mans face, who now had a burnt face. The impact was so hard he was sent flying back towards his comrades, who dodged him barely. The man ended up crashing into some empty boxes, splintering them in a mess of wood flying around. 

By then the next man had appeared already, running at Yamato with his sword held high, just like the other. In spirit of true idiots, the men didn't seem to have had much training in fighting so they all ran at him one by one. Rather than punching him Yamato grabbed the man by the right shoulder, and sent his left fist into the mans side, punching him and scorching him heavily there, before grabbing remnants of the mans shirt on his left side. In the process the man had managed to swing his sword down into Yamato's shoulder, giving him a slightly deep cut. It didn't seem to bother Yamato much. Using the momentum the man had from running at him, Yamato turned a full circle, dragging the man around a full three hundred and sixty degrees, before tossing him into some crates. Not wasting anymore time, Yamato dashed forwards into the remaining 3 enemies. The first received a punch in the face, leaving scorch marks and heavy burns. Before the man could even attack back Yamato was already right in his face, clotheslining him while he continued on his way to number 2. When the first man had hit the ground with the back of his head, splitting it open, Yamato had already punched number 2 in the stomach. 

Pulling his right fist back he swung at the man with his left fist, aiming at the chin. With that singe hit he dislocated the mans jaw, making the mans' mouth fall open. If that wasn't enough, Yamato pulled up his leg and kicked the man with such force that he, too, was sent flying back into a set of boxes. Luckily for that man the boxes were already destroyed due to the very first target landing on them. There was only one thug left, who held out his sword in a horizontal manner while running at Yamato, attempting to slash him from the side. [color=9e0039]“DIE!”[/color] Yamato yelled as he ran at the man as well, without any attempt to block the sword. The mans sword came from the left, clashing with Yamato's side and slashing it, lodging the sword inside. Yamato clenched his teeth more. The sword didn't seem to bother him as much, since he was so in mental focus on his to take down every single last human being in this building. 

With a quick jab Yamato punched the man in the face, leaving scorch marks on his cheeks and having the man scream in agony as he suffered from 3rd degree burns. The screams went around the entire hall, echoing off of the walls numerous times. And since this was the last thug around, it was very clear that he was hurting [i]a lot.[/i] Yamato grabbed the mans left arm, which was the arm he used to hold the sword. His hands still aflame, Yamato simply held onto the mans arm while he scorched the entire area around his hand. The man was quick to let go of the sword, causing Yamato to pull the mans arm up into the air. The sword was still lodged in Yamato's sides, though, a somewhat gruesome sight to behold. 

His knee raised into the air and his leg extended, kicking the man away from him backwards into the main lanes of the warehouse, in front of the entire group, sliding across the ground while screaming as he held onto his arm with his still 'good' arm. Yamato followed the mans traces and walked at him, using his right arm to pull the sword out of his side. As he reached the main lane of boxes, he looked to his left to see the entire group. He didn't pause walking at the man, but instead simply threw the sword that had been lodged in his side at the ground in front of Daiki. It was somewhat aggressive, the way he did it. It was almost like it said '[i]still think I'm involved?[/i]' The man tried to craw away but wasn't quick enough, as Yamato approached and grabbed the mans shoulder. He turned him over so he could face his death like a man. 

[i]TPH![/i] was the sound that came from the man as Yamato stepped on his right shoulder. Several seals were formed rapidly, much faster than a normal shinobi, as Yamato inhaled. By now the fire fists had been canceled so he could finish the man off. [color=9e0039]“Katon! Great Fire Destruction!”[/color] Exhaling, Yamato spewed out a great amount of fire straight onto the man, whose screams were loud and painful to listen to until they died down as the man drew his last breaths and died. Yamato kept up the jutsu for a few seconds more, causing a gross smell of burnt flesh. As he stopped the jutsu he pulled back his foot from the man, whose face was now a burnt mess of charred flesh. He turned left to Daiki, and everyone else and approached them. Blood seeped from his left side, soaking Yamato's t-shirt. There were more cuts than that one, however, so it didn't make much difference. By now Yamato was covered in both his own blood and that of the enemies. 

[color=9e0039]“Stop yelling, [i]idiot[/i].”[/color] he said, looking at Daiki. [color=9e0039]“She's gone already.”[/color] He decided to ignore what other idiotic stuff Daiki had spewed, and turned to Paneru. Something about the boy had impressed him somewhat. Still, he wasn't a great fighter, and was too slow in taking down even a thug. What would happen if he'd face a shinobi of equal or greater power? Would he run? Probably. He gave Paneru a short nod, but was cut short by maniacal laughter behind him. Turned around rapidly he flicked his wrists back, lighting his hands on fire once more. The emanating heat would, once again, reach his allies, who would feel the burning sensation of the heat. In front of them stood a trio of shinobi. All of them had fire red hair and similar facial structures. Although one was short, the middle one was medium sized and the last in row was the tallest one. [color=9e0b0f]“This one uses fire as well, hehhhhh? Funnnnn! HAHAHAHAHA!”[/color] The middle one yelled, while the other two laughed. [color=9e0b0f]“How do you go up against us, though, little kids? Time to [i]cook![/i]”[/color] he said while the three of them formed the same five seals seals. They didn't yell out their jutsu name, though, but Yamato had seen this jutsu before during his training sessions. He quickly turned to his allies before the trio could use their jutsu. [color=9e0039]“It's Great Fire Annihilation. Get behind me.”[/color] He had a plan but that plan had to encompass helping his comrades as well. He might not like them, heck, he would rather shove Daiki into the fire at this moment due to the boys annoying habit of always yelling at people, blaming the Minamoru for all his misfortunes and trying to implicate them in stuff that they didn't have a thing to do with to begin with.

[i]But he didn't push him in front.[/i] 

As soon as his comrades got behind him, Yamato would cross his arms with the fires of the fire-trio already coming close. The Great Fire Annihilation was a tough one, and Yamato's fire fists wouldn't be able to cancel it out completely. But it was fire against fire, and that was Yamato's favorite way to fight. He grunted slightly as he took the brunt of the attack, sweat forming on his face from the heat that came from the enemy jutsu. His feet began to move back, as if he wasn't going to be able to take the jutsu any longer, but then the jutsu ended and the fire-trio laughed again, thinking that they must've killed the band of chunin. Sadly, they were dissapointed when Yamato jumped through the smoldering remains, smoke and left over fire from the jutsu, bleeding and cut open [i]everywhere[/i] but still breathing, and still fighting. [color=9e0039]“IDIOTS!”[/color] he yelled as he crashed his fist into the middle one with full force, right in the center of his body. He'd leave the other two to his comrades. He was sure they'd have the strength to deal with them. [i]But not this one, he's mine.[/i] This wasn't bloodlust, quite frankly, Yamato could care less if they bled, died, or lived. He just wanted to hurt them like they hurted his sister. 

His punch had shoved the man back several meters, and left a nasty burn mark on the man's face. But it didn't end there. Yamato's characteristic combat style came into play now, as he was relentless and would [i]never[/i] back away from the man unless Yamato was dead, or the man was defeated. His attack flurry went on, striking hard every time. He punched again, landing a hit against the mans arm. He seemed to be blocking Yamato's strikes, although that wasn't neccesarily smart. The catch about Yamato's attacks was that you can't block them normally. Any hit does damage. As such, the man noticed quickly the 3rd degree, painful burn on his arm where Yamato had hit. [color=9e0b0f]“OI! NOT HOT!”[/color] Yamato couldn't help but feel annoyed at this man. He seemed to be completely insane, or at the very least, very [i]fucking annoying..[/i] He threw another punch at the man and hit his arm again, burning it heavily too this time. 

Yamato then threw his knee up and kicked the man back, sending his sliding over the floor on his feet, still standing up. These weren't the mercenaries who would die after a papercut, or who would run away after you say boo. These were trained shinobi, easily chunin level. And they seemed to be properly trained in teamwork.. that meant that they had to divide and conquer, something Yamato had already realized but something the others would have to understand as well. 

The distance created by the kick gave Yamato time to execute his killing move. Rapid seals were made and it was clear the man was attempting to follow which seals it were, but it was virtually impossible for him given how fast Yamato did it.  [color=9e0b0f]“NANI? Oi little BOY! WHAT JUTSU IS THAT?! EH?”[/color] the man yelled with a confused look, but a gigantic grin on his face. [color=9e0039]“Baka, shut up already.. [i]you're more annoying than Takeshi.[/i]”[/color] Yamato said with a serious look as the fire arms came from his back. They quickly raced for the man, who seemed to think this was an attack of sorts. This prompted the fire-red haired man to jump back, expecting to have dodged it, only to be met by the same hands grabbing him by the shoulders. [color=9e0039]“Now you die.”[/color] Yamato said as the arms dragged the red haired man closer, who was struggling every inch of the way. It was futile. Yamato would finish the man off... [i]if his comrades could keep the other two guys off his back.[/i]