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[h3][color=orange]Giichi Uzumaki[/color][/h3][/center]
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[b]G[/b]iichi sat up in his bed once the woman had pulled his sheets off him. He wasn’t sure how he would have reacted normally but at the moment, he felt agitated and pissed off. A lifeless stared stabbed her as he took a moment to show his disapproval before ultimately deciding to ignore the intrusion and turn his back to her again. 

[b]G[/b]iichi wondered the same after she had finish speaking. His uncertainty had showed on his face as he avoided her eye-contact. Not that he cared for where her loyalty laid but it did matter that he couldn’t determine the meaning of the village’s philosophy anymore. Everyone had knelt to the assassin so easily, that it seemed—to him at least—that the flame had been snuffed out. Stomped till only a drifting ember was left. With a warning push, he urged her away from him.

[b]T[/b]he next intruder managed to pull a aggravated groan from him. He yanked the covers that the girl had pulled off him, covering himself in its seclusion. He didn’t need it at the moment; the sword, the company … none of it. He was better off just sulking, trying to grasp at straws hidden in a barrel of needles.

[b]N[/b]ot even sparing a glance to the blade, Giichi’s hand raised up and pointed to a cushioned chair near his computer desk. [color=orange][b] “T[/b]ake a seat. Just … Just try to be quiet. The both of you … please.”[/color] he said with a remarkable amount of disinterested in them. 

Several minutes went by. He thought intently on the girl’s question and though determined to keep his peace, knew that she needed an answer in order to leave. Through the silence or their conversation, Giichi finally spoke. [color=orange][b] “Y[/b]ou’re better off asking a Sarutobi. The Uzumaki is just famous for their guts. The Will of Fire is a joke now, the Leaf Village doesn’t believe in it and neither should you.”[/color] 

[color=orange][b] “I[/b] use to think It was protecting your family.”[/color] he whispered to himself. 



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[h3][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h3][/center]
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[b]D[/b]aiki leaned against the cool metal of the elevator wall, his hands tucked in his pockets as he listened. For whatever reason, a very bothersome reason at that; Saburo spoke of his once attempt at recruiting Yamato. Daiki [b]hmp![/b] at that part, letting his eyes stray to the upper corner of the elevator. 

In-between the soft whirring of the engine and their eventual stop, Daiki let his thoughts free. [color=red][b] “I[/b] don’t get what everyone sees in him. Why try to recruit him?”[/color] he wondered out of personal curiosity. 

[b]D[/b]aiki walked at a quicker pace than Saburo, with long strides he managed a foot or two in front of the lad. So when his question came, he paused in his walk, partially turned to him, and thought. He had known the answer himself but would it be smart to tell the truth? Was it for the best? For some reason, he felt that he owed it to the guy. After all, they were more or less family now. And Daiki found it hard to do anything against his kin.  

[b]W[/b]ith a sigh and almost certainty that his words would bite him in the ass one day, he answered with a natural calm. [color=red][b] “I[/b] want to experience it for myself. I feel like you’re being honest and that bothers me. If its true than Konoha, the world too, is about to change drastically. Whether for the worst or not is still lost on me but i want to see it with my own two eyes. The decisions that can shape the world and its identity.”[/color]