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	[b]G[/b]iichi followed after the others. His tucked in his pockets as walked the path. Yamato—mostly Yamato—and Gin were at it. He couldn't understand why Yamato was so quick to anger. Was it some Minamoru thing? It couldn't be, Rei wasn't like that at all. Maybe it just affected the males. 

	[b]T[/b]urning so that he was walking backwards, he spoke out towards Yamato and Gin. [color=orange] “[b]G[/b]uys, come on. Do we have to argue.”[/color] Before long the arguments ceased and the new guy hopped into the trees. Giichi looked towards Yamato and Haruka. [color=orange] "[b]A[/b]re we suppose to do that? I thought we were walking,"[/color] he asked casually, his arms folding behind his head as he looked up at Gin. 

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	[b]D[/b]aiki had gained a small semblance of understanding, a sliver of an idea. Tsukiko moved on instinct alone, her movements held no hesitation in them and in that, it left her very unpredictable. None of that mattered before him though, the very strains of his DNA demanded blood from Tsukiko. It was the Naito to punish those who disrespected them.
	
	[b]H[/b]is clone was dispatched quickly but he had time to assess her next movements. With a flourish he pulled a kunai out his pouch to defend against her blade and responded in kind to her words. [color=red] “[b]I[/b]'ll always refuse that half-assed excuse,”[/color] he growl intensely. [color=red] “[b]Y[/b]ou wanna crawl in the dirt as some beast than go right ahead, be used as a tool--you seem like you're use to it anyway--that's your choice. I won't be used in anyway that goes against my ideals.”[/color] 

	[b]S[/b]he crouched down like a venomous snake, coiling in preparing for a lunge. It was minuscule but he caught the slight shape that burst from her position. With every fiber of his physical speed he could muster, he prepared to defend against the attack.

	[b]B[/b]ut-

	[b]B[/b]ut she was too fast. His jaw clenched as he readied himself. Lowering his kunai down to the level of her blade and braced his hand with his full strength, hoping that she wasn't as strong as she was fast. 

	[b]H[/b]is kunai clanged with the bulk of her blade and his side screamed with a burning pain. The metal of her weapon cut deep into him but not nearly as bad as Tsukiko wanted. The next moment he was being dragged out of the way, just barely making it away from her attack; he spun, disorientated about the room but clearly focused on Tsukiko. The corner of the counter jabbed him in the side harshly, creating a burst of pain from his ribs. 

	[b]T[/b]akeshi had suddenly become a non-factor. Even the tug on his clothes—the help that had gotten him out the way—had gone unnoticed by Daiki. 

	[color=red][i][b]T[/b]his isn't over. [/i][/color] He tried to stand to his full height but buckled when fire ran through his mid-section and white spheres danced in front of his eyes.

	He held his blood-stained hand in front of his eyes to check his vision. When it returned to him, he turned his attention back to Tsukiko. He ignored the pain, the urgency to get medical help, and simply glared at female jonin; the tomoes of his sharingan spun ominously as he attempted something he had not been taught. The genjutsu failed. [color=red] "[b]H[/b]eh, that would have been useful."[/color]

	Miyaka's voice had not pulled his eyes from Tsukiko. [color=red] “[b]I[/b] have nothing to say to you, Miyaka!”[/color] Digging into his flakjacket he pulled a scroll out and summoned Anemone with a puff of smoke. He brandish the blade with skill before wincing and kneeling, blood dying his shirt and jeans before pooling onto the floor. The blade slipped on the crimson slosh and hit the ground loudly.

	[b]H[/b]e glanced down at his injury then back up at the others in the room, exhaustion soon taking over. He could feel his strength leaving, the ability to comprehend fading. [color=red][i][b]T[/b]hey're all looking … dammit, stand up! I don't wanna fall to this greedy bitch! I don't wanna kneel.[/i][/color] he yelled.