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[b]Nobunaga Inuzuka[/b][/center]

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The plan began without a hitch. The traps shook the ground near Nobunaga, alluding his senses to the several Yakuza screaming out from the pain of the traps. Tsukiko's seal released itself, revealing Nobunaga's location. From the sand the Inuzuka ascended to catch Aoi in the act of employing her infamous sticky jutsu, well infamous in the fact that Nobu felt it could become. "A rather lovely technique in a team setting. Now it's my turn." Nobu landed on her stick water, chakra embedded in his feet to keep himself balanced and unstuck. Quite a few Yakuza had died from Tsukiko's initial trap and now a big number were trapped with little hope of defending themselves. Oichi barked in excitement to egg on it's companion. 

The breeze from the desert washed over the samurai causing his scarf to flutter in the air for a few moments. The scarf combined with Nobunaga's slow walk plus pulling his sword from its sheath slowly gave an air of heroics to him despite how obviously non-heroic this all was. Putting weight to his right foot, he used all his force to lunge into a mad dash. In the middle of his dash chakra formed around his body like little flames. Nobunaga had activated the four legs technique which was taught to all Inuzuka at a very young age. He was an adept and even could run on just two legs while using such jutsu. Teeth sharpened into fangs, nails into claws, and a grin forming into the growl of a canine. 

His first victim felt the razor sharp edge of his blade tearing into his throat like feather flowing through the wind. Nobunaga did not hesitate one moment before moving to the next target. The next Yakuza attempted to retaliate with a crudely sharpened blade. Without the ability to move the lower body to provide force and a subtle follow-through, the Yakuza felt the cold sting of Nobunaga's blade through his chest as a counter. Death did not stir Nobunaga one bit as he had become desensitized to it all, a trait created by his father and mother. They knew he could never achieve mission perfection if he became afraid to kill. Hesitation could get himself or his team killed. Removing his blade from the heart of the Yakuza, he turned his his to stare with his bestial eyes. A few moaned and groaned, exclaiming that they didn't want to die. Fear. You never show fear to a beast. 

His next actions tore through the last of those before him. Utilizing the passing fang to rotate like a drill he kept his sword in hand making it all the more lethal. A Passing Fang was known to tear through stone so human bodies were wet paper to him specifically weak individuals like those stuck by Aoi's jutsu. He tore through the victims, each writhing in agony before dying though there was one left twitching in pain.

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[center][b]Hideyoshi Sawada[/b][/center]

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"Who are you?" Hideyoshi's voice was raspy and his breathing was heavy. Warm blood flowed down his stomach as he held a wound from the blade the man carried. The man only stared intensely with no intent to finish. The man sheathed his blade after wiping the blood from it, the blade screeching against the sheath. "My name is of no importance currently. Keep the scroll. You have ruined one plan but others shall arise. Testing Konoha's North Star was rather fun indeed." "The man was satisfied and he turned away from Hideyoshi to walk off from his view. 

Just then he heard Akio come over the communication device. "Meet.....me..on the top of the theater building. Bring...medical supplies." Hideyoshi laid his head back against the roof top, wondering why this man made himself known to Hideyoshi.