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[h2][color=9e0039]Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”[/color][/h2]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91kHBM8L2hg]Pound Cake[/url][/center]
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Yamato wasn't impressed with Tsukiko - not that he had ever been - and simply grinned as soon as she closed off the little cave. His foot swayed from side to side as he had sat down again. It almost touched the wall every time as space was limited, but Yamato was quite content sitting there. [color=9e0039]“Nananana..”[/color] he said, mimicking Tsukiko's yammering. [color=9e0039]“If I hated you you'd be dead already, whiny bitch..”[/color] A few more minutes passed as Yamato relaxed in the little hole, putting a hand behind his head to support him, swaying his foot side to side. In what seemed like an hour, the bombs finally went off. Slowly Yamato would reach up, getting himself as straight as the little room would allow him to. He yawned and stretched slightly, before reaching back with his fist. With a simple punch he smashed through the wall. 

As he reached through he looked over the giant canyon, spotting quite large quantities of Yakuza running towards his location while others were more focussed on the advance attack of Nobunaga. For a moment Yamato took the time to inhale deeply as he stepped back into the little hole that Tsukiko had made him. Forming seals rapidly as he felt his back hit the wall, he suddenly lunged forwards with a few steps, before jumping very high into the sky, headed straight for the enemy group that was running away to cover the escape with the scroll. 

After thinking logically, Yamato figured the scroll would be in the center to form a protective cell around it. As such he'd destroy the outer layers first. Following his handseals he proclaimed the jutsu name, which would cause many Yakuza nin, thugs and would-be samurai to look up above to only see a black shadow falling towards them. [color=9e0039][b]“KATON! Gōka Messhitsu!”[/b][/color] The 'shadow' the Yakuza saw, that was actually Yamato, suddenly lit up as a torrent of highly focussed fire was spewed out towards them in a constant stream, and as Yamato adjusted his head to form a circle of attack around the center of the group, the fire followed suit. It formed a circle around the center of the Yakuza cell, eliminating most if not all of the protectors of the scroll. It was now up to Tsukiko to take advantage of this. 

With a heavy [b]thud![/b] Yamato landed in the deserty canyon, pushing up a wave of sand dust around him as a result of his landing. As he raised himself up again he flicked back his wrists behind him and engulfed them in fire. It caused the entire area nearby to slowly dim as the light of his technique was so bright making everything else appear darker. He turned towards the defenders of the scroll that were still running towards him. After all, it's better to run at an enemy you can beat, than to run into a canyon of possibly more traps.

The first man he met, a scruffy looking man with a black beard, attempted to hook Yamato. He simply ducked under the attack and rammed his flmaing fist into the Yakuza's stomach, ending his attack prematurely and half way into the strike. The man pummeled over making way for the next guy, a blonde with combed hair who seemed to be some low-level shinobi of sorts as he formed handseals and suddenly poofed into three clones. With rapid movements Yamato closed in, extending both arms sideways and clotheslining the two outer clones before he moved his arms forwards and hammer struck the middle man, who also poofed away into a cloud.

[color=9e0039][b]“Ofcourse. The real one is above. How basic.”[/b][/color] Yamato uttered as he looked up to see a black shadow descending onto him. Rather than dodge, Yamato simply swung his hand up to grab the man by the shoulder. In the process of doing that he got a very, very deep cut in his own shoulder as the man slashed him with his katana. Yamato barely flinched, only the blood showing he was wounded. It was in total relation to Yamato's normal strategy of taking the hits in order to deal damage. With a rapid movement he turned his body and slammed the man into the ground by his shoulder, ending in a large sandy crater as the man laid there before being covered slightly with sand that slid back into the hole.