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[h2][color=orange]Giichi Uzumaki[/color][/h2][/center]
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	[b]G[/b]iichi held back a prideful smile as the Pixie used intimate words to address him. His tan face reddening before quickly returning to normal. Her next words sent his optimism for the mission spiraling downwards. She was a Jonin but she spoke with a careful mixture of cheerfulness and despair. How was he suppose to interpret it? Was she trying to encourage them or keep them on their toes? 

	[b]A[/b] second later, he slid the conundrum out his mind. [color=orange] [i][b]T[/b]he day was too damn pretty for him to be emotion confused by a tiny woman.[/i][/color] A thought that happened to cross his mind as he looked at her move about gingerly. He found a pound, a palpitation in his heart that [b]thumped[/b] in his chest as he stared. He touched his chest softly. 
	
	[color=orange][i][b]S[/b]he's beautiful.[/i][/color] he thought as she looked on him, dubbing him “Yellow.” No doubt because of his Uzumaki traits or blonde hair.  

	He shook himself of his love-struck awe.  The ground floating further and further away, his legs swung wide. His moment of surprise, confusion, and fear was ultimately passed in a matter of seconds. [color=orange] “[b]O[/b]h mannn! I'm flying.”[/color] he uttered, fixing himself upright in a moment of gravitational understanding. It was near instant, though the beginning was a vertigo whirlwind of the sky being the ground and the ground being the sky. 

	[b]I[/b]t took seconds for him to follow behind Megumi in a awkward stance. He held his arms out to his side and his legs were bent towards his direction of flight. [color=orange] “[b]M[/b]egumi-sensei, h-how is this possible? I mean- I mean this is amazing!”[/color] 

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[h2][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h2][/center] 
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	[b]D[/b]aiki accepted everything, albeit, reluctantly. All that really stuck out to him was the story of the Samurai. They disliked the Yakuza taking in Ronin, understandable, not many people thought kindly of those who harbored their enemies.  But to completely disregard a village for having a semblance of connection, was the same as disowning someone for having a infestation. Immediately his anger went to the Minamoru. This mission was partly, in a small way, related to Yamato and his criminal family. 

	[b]R[/b]egardless of how they saw themselves, they [i]were[/i] a problem. A infestation that needed to be taken out. They saw themselves as gods and tigers but in reality, they were specters hidden behind the guise of common folk. Especially Reijo. 

[color=red][i][b]D[/b]amned, Minamoru.[/i][/color] His eyes glanced up to the back of Ayame. [color=red][i][b]S[/b]he knows who they are … these Yakuzas. Starting with the Minamoru. So why not-[/i][/color] He ended his sentence short, coming to the conclusion himself. [color=red][i][b]O[/b]f course its not that easy. Many of these bosses are important figures in Konoha. There has to be a way though …[/i][/color] He leaped through two bars of light that pierced through the dense leaves, his foot launching off a branch as he did. 

	[b]A[/b]yame's voice brought his thoughts to a complete halt. His heavy flak jacket was caught by the repeating motion. [color=red][i][b]T[/b]he mission starts now![/i][/color] he told himself, golden eyes dulling with resolution.