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

	Clones and more clones, ninjas had really become adept as using the tactic. If not for his own quick thinking, he wouldn't have escaped the wave of fire that was released from the three clones. He emboldened Anemone with chakra and from behind the red-hot beam, waited out the assault. When he it finally ceased, he looked up to check on Aoi, who was still hanging from above. 

	[color=red][i]That's good. I shouldn't worry as much as I do about her,[/i][/color] he told himself, turning his eyes towards the grunts and tumbles of Yamato Minamoru. The Prodigy came to a halt near his feet, garnering his stoic gaze. It wasn't even a second later that Yamato raised back up and charged into the battle. If the snob didn't have anything else, he had moxie. From their thrones of rubble, the three brothers went to ramble about the chunins. His calm was maintained on the surface but greatly chipped on the inside. 

	[color=red][i]Do they know about ... my eyes,[/i][/color] he wondered, suppressing the urge to cover it in his time of uncertainty. [color=red][i]Impossible, only on the compound have I-[/i][/color] Daiki was frozen as a grim possibility ushered itself inside of him. Was it possible that the Jashin's infiltration into the leaf was grander than they expected? Just how many covert operates did they have lurking around? His eyes glanced around for enemies in the building before darting back to meet his opponents. 

	The smaller one and taller one leapt into the fray of the chunins; Daiki retreated in a blur of motion a few meters away. The smaller one followed after him, spouting on about a three-way dance. He could only smile at the comment before witnessing the veil of fire rush from the small-brother's lips. Mentor's permission to use his Sharingan echoed in his mind. But did he absolutely need it, was it worth the exposure? 

	He decided if it meant he'd live, that it was worth the risk. With a swirl of movement, his eyes gained the two tome seals and faded into a deep crimson. 

	Beyond the flames he saw the shadow of a full thrust launching his opponent over head and the glinting kunais that traveled with explosive tags planted on them from below. Everything around him was exceptionally slower, if not easier to pick apart. The charka of his friends and his opponents were lit up in the chaotic building. His mind was a cruel and cold calculator, it once offered up the lives of his comrades in order to come out victorious. But now, Daiki could see other possibilities.

	With a [i]flicker[/i] of movement, he transcended normal speed. And burst forwards with Anemone spearheading his path for grounded brother. The katon-man may have thought that he hid his attack well, that he would have the time to detonate, or speak. But in a battleground, where a life was the bet, Daiki would never lose.