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[h2][color=orange]Giichi Uzumaki[/color][/h2][/center]

		[b]G[/b]iichi heaved with effort as Megumi returned. He found his shirt torn in the middle, a slash arcing from his naval to his shoulder, blood pool to the surface of the crevice. It stung like crazy, so he walked with a awkward tension towards the others, a pain induced hiss sliding between his teeth with every wrong move. As he approached, he grinned reassuringly to the others. 

	[color=orange] “[b]I[/b] was a bit reckless,”[/color] he told them. [color=orange] “[b]N[/b]o problem though, it barely even hurts.”[/color] 

	[b]T[/b]he lie proved convincing as he slowly eased the tension in his stomach and--through the pain--rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. Rin and Mai were his classmates and girls at that, no way would he show weakness in front of them. As the dust sprinkled over him, he casually fixed his position and flew behind Megumi. For now, his shirt was soaking up a bit of the blood but occasionally a bit would fall to the woodland below. 


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[h2][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h2][/center]
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	[b]H[/b]e soon came upon Haruka as the man was lifting the Ronin onto him. With Anemone back into its scroll, Daiki found himself helping the green-haired guy. In all honesty, though it was short, his jutsu was exactly what they needed. And he timed it perfectly. Haruka was more of a ninja than he believed. He had his respect. 

	[b]W[/b]ith a pat on the shoulder, Daiki walked on. [color=red] “[b]G[/b]ood job, Haruka-san. Let's get out of here.”[/color]

	[b]D[/b]aiki waited for Haruka before leaping off into the branches after Ayame and Sentou. His eyes had fallen on them all, his hands were nervously fidgeting; his fingers were clenching and un-clenching. The green scenery soon surrounded them and Daiki felt there was no better time. 

	[color=red] “[b]I[/b] would appreciate it if no one spoke of my Sharingan to anyone.”[/color] His words felt abrasive as if it punched through the silence. He let the words soak in before continuing. [color=red] “[b]C[/b]aptain Ayame, Haruka-san, Sentou-san …”[/color] He bit the inside of his jaw, hating the next words that would fall from his lips. Hating to grovel to others. [color=red] “[b]P[/b]lease. This secret is very important to me. I let my blood run wild and I've really messed up.”[/color]