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[h2][b][color=moccasin]Tsukiko Umene, Honeybadger[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

[i][color=moccasin]So far, so good.[/color][/i] Tsukiko maneuvered to the top of the valley cliff, getting a good overview of the battlefield. As predicted the initial ambush wiped a large portion of their numbers. Aoi and Nobunaga made Yamato's job much easier, and in turn he just made Tsukiko's much easier. The jounin crouched low as she turned invisible, using her Hiding with Camouflage to ensure they wouldn't accidentally detect her before she could obtain the scroll.

Now that the Yakuza party was entirely trapped between the three chuunin, they were starting to grow desperate. The bulk of their numbers was already dead or incapacitated. Their survival was no longer viable. It would only be a matter of time before they would reveal it... [i][color=moccasin]I see you, mother fucker.[/color][/i] One of the men that Yamato was approaching had begun to back away from the boy, unlike the others who were pushing toward him to break his line of defense. While cowardice isn't uncommon among humans, the situation was already clear. Moving away from Yamato wouldn't save his life as it only put him closer to Aoi and Nobunaga. What it did was prolong his end.

Tsukiko drew her special ninjato, The Equalizer, and held it with her right hand in a reverse grip. She leapt with the wind, coming down the entire height of the cliff to land in the sand right next to the stand-out Yakuza she identified. The action around made it impossible for anyone to notice the small details like the sand disturbed from her landing, and her presence would remain hidden. For one more second. Her ninjato cleaved into the side of his neck before slashing it backwards. His head was almost completely decapitated and his body was forcibly spun around from the attack, sending him sprawling to the sand. To anyone who noticed it appeared as if his head just popped off magically, but the three chuunin would catch on very quick. Tsukiko crouched down and flipped him over, opening his backpack to find a suspicious scroll. It seemed old and ornamental. [i][color=moccasin]This went nicely,[/color][/i] Tsukiko thought with a smug grin, standing upright and examining the outside of the scroll in the sunlight.

It would be painfully obvious now that Tsukiko was among their ranks, as from the perspectives of everyone around her they could see the scroll randomly floating above a dead body. She brought it back down to her side and returned her focus to the battle. Of course she could leave right now and let the kids clean up. The enemies' morale and ranks were destroyed, the chuunin were sure to be victorious. But that didn't sit right with the jounin. She traveled all the way out to this hot hellhole of a desert while dealing with three brats just to kill one simple fool? [i][color=moccasin]No way. I'm getting something more out of this.[/color][/i] Without cancelling her Hiding with Camouflage, Tsukiko leapt towards the nearest Yakuza. All he saw was a scroll flying at him, before something invisible sliced deep through his left ribcage, slashing through his lung and heart with a bloody spray.

[b][color=moccasin]"Hahahaha!!"[/color][/b] The Hiding with Camouflage was taken down now, revealing Tsukiko, her blade oddly clean and devoid of blood. The maniacal laughter accompanied with the wild look in her eyes could make anyone question her sanity, but they would probably be too busy fearing for their lives. Her bloodlust was taking over and there were still beasts left to slaughter. The next nearest Yakuza, who had been previously preparing to fight Yamato, adjusted his attention to attack Tsukiko. He swung a sword of his own at her horizontally, but rather than parry or step back the woman just closed the distance. Faster than he could complete his swing, Tsukiko charged him, getting past his blade and hands to shoulder-check him. Before he could even fall over from the impact she swung her blade across his midsection, slicing clean through his clothes and organs and leaving a gory display of his corpse. [b][color=moccasin]"Hahaha!!"[/color][/b]

Her laughter suddenly ceased as her gaze settled on her next target. He was midway from performing a jutsu of some kind, but he ceased the handseals once he locked eyes with Tsukiko. Fear had him paralyzed, at least temporarily. It was only when she dashed towards him that he continued his handseals. But it wasn't enough. Her blade slashed first across his eyes, then his neck, both in horizontal cuts. While Tsukiko had been in the middle of the Yakuza group, there was now suddenly a circular space around her. They had backed away from her, despite knowing it would be putting them closer to the three chuunin. They were beginning to feel they would rather not be killed by a psychotic woman and instead by kids. A rock and a hard place, but Tsukiko planned this from the get-go. [b][color=moccasin]"You Yakuza trash never had a chance! Your fate was sealed the moment I was called! Hahahaha!"[/color][/b] Without any warning or anticipation, Tsukiko spun around and tossed her ninjato, impaling one of the thugs fleeing towards Aoi (or her clone, Tsukiko didn't know which was which at the moment). He fell face-first into the sand, prompting a snicker from the jounin. [b][color=moccasin]"What is this? Why am [i]I[/i] here if all these people are this [i]pathetic[/i]?"[/color][/b]

By now almost all the Yakuza had been dealt with. Even though a good portion had been shinobi, it didn't seem to impact their fight that much. Perhaps the good shinobi died in the first stage of the ambush, perhaps their shinobi were just generally mediocre and couldn't work well in a surprise attack. Regardless it was already clear who the victor would be. [b][color=moccasin]"No survivors, kids! These fuckers get the sand burial treatment!"[/color][/b] The chuunin probably already intended to finish them all, but now it was an order. Tsukiko casually strode over to the most recent body, placing her boot on the back of his still-living head and yanking her Equalizer out brutally. He let out a grunt of pain as she did so, but grew silent once she stomped his head a few times. [b][color=moccasin]"Eat sand, you little bitch!"[/color][/b]