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

	Between Takeshi's manic killings--his seemingly enjoyment over it--and Yamato's berserk attack, Daiki had but a moment to actually get himself back together. That woman, she had obviously been there, lurking on the Yamato's rooftop. She held an authoritative nature then, she was definitely high-up in whatever alliance or group she was part of. He'd bet his life she was with the Jashin's though, she didn't give off a Yakuza feel. Her's were more, grisly, primal. As if she enjoyed the thrill. 

	His thoughts were interrupted when metal clambered against the floor near his feet. The sound ran in his ear alongside the fearful breaths of the man Yamato was stalking. With a slight glance, Daiki met the meaning behind the Prodigy's eyes. But all together ignored it. Just because he took a few blades, a few hits ... That didn't mean he was innocent. The guy still had hard facts that placed his father in the middle of all this. And the unknown of him being involved, well that darkness was still a cruel possibility. He wasn't going to throw all that out, put his comrades and village in danger, just because the guy [i]seemed[/i] livid. 

	[color=red][i]Hell, I can barely tell the difference between his normal face ... and ... well this[/i][/color]

	If the others had winced or veered from the rancid smell of burnt flesh or Takeshi's gruesome scene, then they were unlike Daiki. He instead accepted the gross reality that was being a ninja, even though he still hadn't come to terms with its purpose. Seeing such things were common, or had become common with the risks he had taken during missions. Like all Naito's he had become infamous for sacrificing those that endangered the mission at hand. It bothered him but he could not deny that it took a certain uniqueness to do it. As the smell filled the room, Yamato strolled over with a few choice words. Ones that were met with a stoic calm. 

	[color=red]" Yea I can see that,"[/color] he responded with a small pause. [color=red]" Didn't look to me like you did much to keep her here."[/color]

	He place himself near Yamato as a precaution when they all gathered around. Though he hated to say it, he noticed the small, if not approving, gesture the Young Master gave to Paneru. One that he deserved, for his very voice had bolstered their chakras. If he could, he would have hugged the guy but of course, the situation didn't actually allow it. Daiki was checking his surroundings when maniacal laughter pulled his attention. He turned his body to face them but was quickly told by Yamato to get behind him. The last thing he actually wanted to do was be protected by a Minamoru. But he wasn't so dense to not heed a fellow ninja's warning. 

	Fire licked his shoulder, not all of them could fit behind one person. Though Yamato had protected them from the bulk of the attack, the flames and heat were enough to singe his shirt clean off, leaving a horrible burn upon his shoulder and middle-back. He gazed the injury with disdain, for it hampered his swordplay. With a [i]tsk[/i] he switched Anemone over to his off hand, pulled out thin-wire and tied it around the hilt with a mighty knot. 

	[color=red][i]This will have to do,[/i][/color] he figured. [color=red][i] I have no other choice.[/i][/color] 

	When the fire finally died down, Daiki leapt from behind Yamato, slid over in the path of the tallest and behind the smoke, threw Anemone. It pierced through and with the sound of clothes rippling, he heard his opponent cackle. 

	[b]"Nice try,"[/b] The impossibly deep voice answered. [b]" But your knife won't reach me."[/b]

	Daiki let the wire pull from his hand as he sprinted from the smoke, catching sight of Aoi climbing onto the metal beams supporting the roof. [color=red]" For all your talk, you're really blind aren't you?"[/color] he asked, pulling the string and maneuvering his blade back towards the man. The broadsword sliced his arm but only sparingly, for the tallest katon-ninja had bounded out the way. 

	Reeling in Anemone, he noticed his opponent looking over at Yamato, looking to charge into the one on one bout, but he was met by Aoi's cards. He backed away, perhaps from caution but probably off of instinct. Daiki leapt over to the battlefield, Aoi and the tallest brother inhabited. His sword at his side, his position directly beneath Aoi. He looked up at the girl and chuckled. [color=red]" Even in battle you're entertaining. Sorry to butt in, but how about we make this a duo act. I'm sure, it'll be ...  spectacular!"[/color] he shouted, chucking Anemone with all his strength towards the taller man in surprise. 

	As was predicted, he was listening pretty hard, sizing his two opponents up with the little time they allowed in conversation. It was almost a guaranteed fact that ninjas wouldn't jump into a outnumbered situation. But, just as Daiki had been right about the surprise attack, so was he right about the ninja's ability to dodge it. Like a cocky bastard, the man moved with slightest bit of effort, his large shoulder swaying as he pulled a kunai from his back-pouch and sliced the wire connected to Anemone's hilt. 

	[b]"Come on now, you didn't think I had forgotten about the wire did ya?"[/b] he mocked, voice on the edge of laughing. 

	Daiki only crossed his arms over his chest. [color=red]" She may be in sight but Aoi is known for magic tricks. I wouldn't trust my eyes if I was you?"[/color]