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[h3][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h3]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xc7lUbWEbqY]Identity & Choice[/url][/center]
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[b]S[/b]aburo’s appearance had nearly prompted another fit of rage from Daiki, his mouth twisted and widen into a roar but was quickly stopped by the Uchiha’s willingness to call him Naito. It was instantaneous, just that simple gesture of being recognized as a Naito had cooled his temper. Even still, it raised a thread of suspicion in him. He sighed and his gold eyes narrowed in on the Uchiha’s Gunbai.

[color=red][i][b]I[/b] won’t be fooled into attacking him head on again … not as long as he has that weapon in hand. Wait, what![/i][/color] 

[b]T[/b]he man’s request was insane. It was out of the question, and yet it pulled on some string, some tightly roped knot that he hadn’t known was there. Deep inside of his heart he had always wondered what it was like to be an Uchiha, a full-fledged member of the clan. His fist clenched though, his eyes flickering towards the ground out of reflex. 

[color=red][b] “T[/b]roubles?”[/color] he asked quietly, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Though he had missed, Seiichi. He had grown out of his attachment to the guy a long time ago. Seeing him would not be a deal breaker. The rain fell over him, weighing his hair down over his face. 

[b]H[/b]e lowered his eyes to the ground, ignoring the crowd around him. The 11th corps were sure to be watching and eventually news would reach Ayame. For some reason, he dreaded having to hear Yamato’s mouth about this the most. Such an unfiltered mouth. Inside, he shivered. When his sedated expression turned grim, Daiki pulled a hand out his pocket and slowly reached it out towards the Sword of Kusanagi. 

[color=red][i][b]W[/b]hat happened today will rock the world.[/i][/color] His eyes glanced over to the 11th corps and then back to Saburo. [color=red][i][b]H[/b]e knows more about this than I do right now. I won’t deny that my personal feelings are in this decision as well. But for the greater good of the leaf, I’ll see that this is something I can approve of with my own eyes. With my own Sharingan.[/i][/color] Daiki’s clone popped out of existence his first step towards the Uchiha. 

[color=red][b] “I[/b] think if this village is changing, so should I. If that’s what you want than I’ll accept your offer. I’ll renounce my ties to the Naito and become a full-fledged Uchiha.”[/color] His jaw visibly tightened at the words he was about say, as if his mouth was fighting against it. He pried it open with a force of will. 

[color=red][b] “…[/b]Daiki Uchiha, it has a eerie ring to it. Like a lonely wind.”[/color] He felt what he said had come from the heart, that this agreement he had made out of the interest of the leaf, had somehow condemned him to loneliness.  

[h2]The Next Day[/h2]

[b]T[/b]he agreement of yesterday was weighing heavily on Daiki. As he attended the requested meeting with his adopted-mother and head of the Naito clan, he could barely keep his calm. He had told her what had happened and she had accepted it with a bit of shock; wonder too. She brought up the question of just how far Saburo was willing to take their agreement. Something he wondered as well. When the Uchiha had showed himself at the meeting, Daiki acknowledged him lightly.

[b]N[/b]ariko and himself remained silent through the discussion. Mainly because of the both of them hadn’t much to say on the topic. As Naito, they would remain loyal to the leaf. It was never really about the Hokage to them, more so the warfare of the entire village. Everyone knew where their loyalty would fall. When it came her turn, she raised out her seat and bowed very deeply to the other respectable figures. She glanced around the room with indifference, her hands obscured by the silk of her formal kimono. 

[color=#B2478F][b] “T[/b]his is a part of life. Changes happen and as humans we are to roll with them … to adapt.  Ayame,”[/color] She seemed to linger on her name, her eyes falling into the beyond. [color=#B2478F][b] “S[/b]he has taken our throne but claim to lead us to a new path. I’ve decided that for now, the Naito will follow. Until we see that the path she walks will lead to Konoha’s destruction, she has our support.”[/color] The dark eyed woman blinked—showcasing the small wrinkles near her lashes—before leaning back. 

[color=#B2478F][b] “W[/b]hat about you, Son?”[/color] She glanced over her shoulder at her embraced child. 

[b]D[/b]aiki lifted his head, his stoic eyes challenging the others before him. The fury in them seemed like a rumbling in the distance. It was there hidden by a fragile calm. His slender, bony hand raked the side of his hair before pausing there. His thoughts were organizing into some form of understandable language. He sighed once, then twice before finally speaking. 

[color=red][b] “I[/b]’m not afraid to admit I’m scared,”[/color] he started. [color=red][b] “T[/b]his is something new to me. Killing, being a shinobi, I can do that. But witnessing change like this, being apart of something like this … it’s truly frightening. Ayame and Fuitora …”[/color] He dropped the honorifics out of necessity, no longer sure if he could trust them or not. [color=red][b] “H[/b]ave any one of you truly thought about what would happen? While trying to prevent further chaos, I think we've forgotten about the upheaval that’s already occurred. That's to come.”[/color] 

[b]H[/b]is eyes fell on the newcomers that wished to be neutral. [color=red][b] “T[/b]ch! And you, you’re not even capable of making a decision. You’re tossing yourself to the hounds. We’re sitting here wracking our heads about who our enemies are, and the thing is, [i]we’re[/i] all in the same room!”[/color] he growled, his hands tightening around his locks. When they loosened, and his arm fell to his side, he struggled to regain the little composure he let slip from him. 

[color=red][b] “Y[/b]ou all know the real reason Rejio called this meeting. He want to size up his competition, gather comrades that he can and [i]will [/i] dispose of to further his own goals. I won’t be a part of this game. Chuck me up to whichever side you want.”[/color] He raised out his chair roughly, letting the chair slide out and hit the ground before sauntering towards the door. He had enough. Enough of picking sides, the Clan’s games, and most of all, of feeling confused.

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[h3][color=orange]Giichi Uzumaki[/color][/h3]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5vCJbygV_k ]Sheltering Hope[/url][/center]
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[b]T[/b]hree knocks rapped on the wood of his room. [color=#005200][b] “Y[/b]ou coming?”[/color] his father asked, his voice holding a true but worried wonderment. [color=#005200][b] “I[/b] know how you must feel, Giichi. If you must, then stay here. Sachi will stay aswell.”[/color] 

[b]G[/b]iichi had not responded to his father, only sat beneath the white linen of his bed, his back against the headboard. He was wrapped in bandages, his side and arm more-so. Though several layers were wrapped around his head as well. His dull blue eyes searched the folds of his covers, looking for a plausible, nay, an acceptable reason for this. Why, when he finally had established a name for himself? 

[b]F[/b]or the umpteenth time, a lingering tear fell down his face and dampened his sheets. He didn’t wipe the tear. 

[b]A[/b] heavy, disheartened sigh blew from behind his door. [color=#005200][b] “I[/b]’ll be leaving then, Giichi. I’ll be back as soon the meeting is over.”[/color] 

[color=orange][i][b] “W[/b]hat could I have done different? What would [/i]he[i] have done?”[/i][/color] he asked himself. 

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[b]T[/b]aichi sat alone in the meeting, his own hands interwined as the others spoke. When Daiki finished, Taichi, admittedly distracted stood up slowly and spoke his peace quickly. [color=#005200][b] “T[/b]he Uzumaki’s...”[/color] He paused for several seconds. [color=#005200][b] “W[/b]e, like many others, despise their methods. But I know at this moment in time, it would be foolish to go up against them. Ayame and Fujitora will have nothing to worry about from us. I have no further words, my opinions won’t change anything.”[/color] he said with a weak chuckle before sitting back down.

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[center][b][color=lightblue][h2]Tsukiya Eguchi.[/h2][/color][/b]
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[b]T[/b]sukiya was not amused, in fact, he had become … angered. As he sensed this man moved through his vortex and attempt to near him, he gathered the locations of the man’s needles within his sphere and pulled out a kunai to defend himself. In the same moment of his own attack, which he sensed and could time, Tsukiya leaped out of range, flying in the air as the man passed by. His counterattack was near instant. 

[b]W[/b]ith a swipe of his hand, he directed the mass of debris and rocks in the vortex to crash down onto the man. Tons of earthly minerals would fall down on him, nearing the same speeds of his vortex to begin with. Avoiding it was a near impossible task, especially considering how the youth had lacked many of the advantages Tsukiya held. Honestly, if he had not wasted so much chakra attempting to find them earlier, he would have [i]Botched[/i] the kid's heart out earlier. But he lacked the chakra for that move now.

[b]E[/b]ven if he had found some way to escape, which he doubted, the earth beneath his feet would soon swallow his ankles in a surprise attack and trap him to the earth. Not even his blade could cut through the amount of rock crashing down on him. He hadn't the speed to do so. Or so Tsukiya believed. 

[color=lightblue][b] “D[/b]ie with some dignity won’t you?”[/color]