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[h3][color=red]D A I K I.[/color][/h3]
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	[b]I[/b]t was beyond frustrating to know Takeshi was drawing near and being incapable of doing anything to stop him. The green-haired boy shoved a pill down his throat, ordered him to digest it, and told him that it would give him a fighting chance. If he had been well enough, he would have denied the offer, spat it out, and continued with his own strength. 

	[b]B[/b]ut he wasn't. His body felt like lumber in a firepit. It had only taken a few moves but every inch of him stung. Each movement was made with inhuman effort. He felt like he was going to collapse back to the floor any minute. It didn't help that his energy was literally spilling out of him. 

	[b]H[/b]is vision wobbled and the energy that the pill gave him became useless. Still, he held his ground, braced himself and took on Tsukiko's assault. 

	[b]T[/b]sukiko rushed him mercilessly. It was expected. However, the pain that came was not. Her foot sunk into his chest, his eyes bulged as he puked up his breakfast. Pain exploded from his gut and dropped him onto the ground, where his will pushed his arm out and barely managed to catch him. Slowly, he raised lack-luster eyes onto the Jonin. 

	[b]H[/b]e tried to think of a way out but his mind was fogged with agony. While he attempted to clear it away, bursts of pain rocked his face. His eyes, nose, and temples were struck with enough force that each blow felt like a hammer. 

	[b]N[/b]ear the end of it, his back and neck was limp, his body leaning back on weak knees and strewn about legs. Soft, weak groans slid from his lips. What was he trying to say? What the hell was his mind attempting to comprehend? He chucked it up to the wrath that pierced every fiber of his being.

	[color=red]  “[b]I-[/b]I … W-Wil...”[/color]

	[b]H[/b]is head bobbed back and forth, denying his want to look Tsukiko in the face. [color=red] “[b]N-[/b]Not … Yet!”[/color]

	[b]T[/b]he ceiling that leaped in and out of his vision became consumed by a bright, blinding light. All thought ceased a second later. A shallow breath left him as his remaining vestiges of his consciousness faded and his body remained in the embarrassing, ugly position that Tsukiko pounded him into.

	[b]S[/b]everal, long seconds ticked away then his finger twitched and his head snapped up to face his beater. His—pale white—body was covered in blood; it streamed down his face like minuscule rivers, his eyes were closed and purple. [color=red] “[b]B[/b]e better,”[/color] he muttered before falling backwards. 

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	[b]G[/b]iichi stared at the Naruto figurine in his hand with a slight annoyance. He should have known he'd run into his ancestor. It may have been childish but he even went so far as to stare accusingly at the model. Though, the more he stared at it, the more a great admiration for his ancestor's action overcame him. It made him want to do better and it put him into a business frame-of-mind. 

	[b]Y[/b]amato's question caught him off guard for a moment. He hadn't expected to actually be involved. With all his determination, he still had to overcome his anxiety about making the wrong decision. There was a long pause before Giichi gathered himself and answered. 

	[color=orange] “[b]I[/b]'ll leave the minister and the youngest brother to one of you guys. One of the other siblings might be a option for kidnapping. Send me there and I'll make sure to protect them. My blonde hair and blue eyes is a eyesore when it comes to surveillance, they'll spot me from a mile away.”[/color] he joked with a quiet laugh.