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

	[color=orange][i][b]I[/b]ncredible,[/i][/color] Giichi thought as he sat on the edge of the encampment. [color=orange][i][b]E[/b]ven when Captain Ayame and Fujitora was unwilling to fight, Yamato-senpai and … what was his name again? The red-haired one—I'll have to get his name. Either way, they managed to rally the others into action. If not for them, I'd probably still be scared. Father's gonna love this story.[/i][/color] 

	[b]S[/b]tanding up, he dusted off his torn and dirtied trousers and stretched his arm till his back curved and his injured protested. He still felt tense. Kusaru and Gian had left them but he could feel the aftereffects of their appearance. It was like the wings of a humming bird, you could never place exactly where they were but you knew they were there, flapping so quickly that it was impossible to comprehend them. 

	[color=orange][b] “I[/b] never knew people like them existed. I have a long way to go if I ever want to become Hokage.”[/color] He yawned loudly as he headed back to the others. On the way to seemingly nowhere, he caught sight of Aoi pushing along a blue-haired girl. Curiosity convinced him to paused. The cool night seemed to grow to a chill as he watched the purple haired girl.

	[color=orange][i][b]W[/b]ow, she's still chipper. I don't know if that's scary or admirable. I sorta wish I could contract whatever mutation she has. That's … not normal.[/i][/color] He decided. 
	
	[b]S[/b]econds later he caught sight of the red-haired ninja that had dove into battle with Yamato-senpai. He looked trapped in a confusing headache as another ninja shot him a thumbs-up. Giichi laughed loudly but quickly stifled it—when it strained his slashed stomach. [color=orange][b] “I-[/b]I, shii-shhh, never realized how unique our small group was. I'll have an entire treasure trove of memories to replay to mother and father when we return.[/color]

	[b]B[/b]efore long he found himself staring undecided at Yamato. The hot-blooded ninja was probably itching to be alone, so Giichi continued on until he found a spot to sleep. Laid out on his back, with his signature orange jacket as a pillow, he stared off at the stars until he drifted into sleep. 

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[h3][color=red]D A I K I.[/color][/h3][/center] 
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	[b]T[/b]sukkio-sensei approached him next, expecting to land a blow on him with a punch that was clearly predictable. Normally, he would have dodged something like that but it was obvious that he needed a wake up call. With her fist barrelling towards him, Daiki lifted up his arm and took the powerful blow head-on. 

	[b]H[/b]is arm tremor with pain but remained steadfast against her assault. 

	[b]H[/b]e was staid as she left, his cold eyes turned from her. It would seem her intervention had managed to douse his rage.  If only a little. He was competent to know that what he had done was rather obnoxious, if not right out questionable. Even still, he refused to apologize for it. 

	[b]T[/b]hings might have calmed down if Yamato hadn't tried to touch him. Yamato's hand came out to push him, only to be met with a feral glare that encompassed every bit of ill-intent he could muster inside. At the same time the back of his sword-less hand smacked into the “Young Master's” and parried it away from him. 

	[color=red] “[b]T[/b]ypical. It's the same garbage over and over again.”[/color] he muttered after Yamato left. Once again someone intervened. Daiki ruffled his auburn hair out of agitation. [color=red][i][b]A[/b]nd did he just blame the Naito for keeping up the fued!? Its that fucking god-complex that all the Minamoru carry that continues the feud.  Watashi wa Kami![/i][/color] He chuckled mockingly. [color=red][i][b]D[/b]etestable. [/i][/color]  

	[b]W[/b]hen a black-haired, black-eyed man approached him and simply stared, Daiki released a long sigh. [color=red] “[b]Y[/b]ou alrigh-”[/color] He stared to ask. 

	[b]T[/b]he Uchiha member said a lot but only the last few sentences had struck a cord. Only known by the head-Naito family and his uncle, Daiki was actually an Uchiha. His eyes could become just as red and symbolic as any other Uchiha member, his emotions just has powerful … but unlike any Uchiha before him, he grew up with the Naito: a clan with a blood-feud with the Minamoru. This meant that he was often torn between his heritages. Mentor once thought that growing up a Naito would be best for him … as of late, Daiki wasn't so sure. 

	[b]L[/b]ately his Sharingan had be activating on its own. Fits of powerful emotions triggering the hypnotic swirls whenever they boiled over. [color=red][i][b]I[/b]s the Curse reaching me?[/i][/color] He followed the direction that Yamato had traveled with his eyes. Was Yamato the trigger? Or was he just the spark that had woke it from its slumber. He rubbed his temple, more-so his right brow. [color=red][i][b]I[/b]t would explain the sudden outbursts ... But I refuse to make up an excuse for my lack of control. I'll do better,[/i][/color] he promised himself.

	[b]R[/b]eturning to reality, he laid eyes on Saburo's thumb's up and just barely caught the beginnings of a hysterical laugh; it was young but maturing. Daiki shook his head and looked towards Saburo with some semblance of impatience. [color=red] “[b]S[/b]peak for yourself. That Yamato bastard won't beat me. I don't plan on losing to him, Kusaru, or anyone for that matter. Add that to your encyclopedia of facts.”[/color] He told the youth while walking pass him. 

	[b]I[/b]t took him several minutes before he would slow his gait to a halt. 

	[b]F[/b]inally. 

	[b]F[/b]inally he was alone. Far from the encampment of ninja. He wasn't sure if he could take even another smidge of a push. His emotions were everywhere, or at least it seemed that way to him. Looking around, he noticed the trees were heavy, the limbs were slightly more droopy and cacophonous. The moonlight barely slipped through. Daiki felt this was the perfect time to meditate. So he fell down to his knees, placed his hands on his thighs, and concentrated on all of the day's events. From the mission to the argument with Yamato. Overall, it left a bad taste in his mouth.