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[b][h2][color=004b80]Arima Shuu - Tametomo[/color][/h2]

Ame - Suna - Konoha Border, Harvest Festival[/b]

[@Partisan][@Lost in my Mind][@Blue Demon][/center]

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The shinobi guarding the bigshot politician were closing in on Arima as the young Tametomo attempted to close the gap between him and the older man. They all wielded different weapons and some even covered his weaker angles. At this point Arima didn't think much, he just rushed with little strategy in his mind, almost submerged by fear of what these people were going to do to him and the big possibility that he'd be unable to react to it properly. He was sweating and his heart beats were ripping apart his chest muscles. But as luck would have it, his prayers would be answered. Neki showed itself, and its imposingly massive body would dispose of the fodder guards rather quickly. The silly beast would propose something while Arima would, despite losing all his composure, effortlessly deliver a downward kick on the politician's right knee, disabling then man by practically shattering the bones in the man's leg.

"[color=004b80][i]*Huff huff*[/i] Thanks Neki ... Damn, yeah take him, Seijou wanted one of these alive.[/color]" 

He tried to regain his breath. He wasn't tired or anything, but he got overly anxious when surrounded by hostiles. It was obvious, Arima was afraid to die, and even more so by a random bunch of Confederates at the very start of a decisive battle. But with this stroke of luck and one of the biggest objectives of the raid complete, he regained some confidence. He actually did something of grand importance to this mission, even if it required some big lizard's help. 

Letting Neki do his thing, Arima stood on one knee to avoid any stray kunai or some people taking too much interest in him. Many of the lower level shinobi were quickly deterred by the humongous reptile nearby. In turn, Arima would be completely discouraged from jumping into a fight where many of his colleagues were caught in. From the little he had seen, it was the faggot and the water lad from his camp that though at least three people, with one being cloned to the max. The error his team made was to erect that mist, making Arima a little too inaccurate to be of any use. 

As such, he looked around until his eyes would meet a female redhead's. Along with her would be some edgy, dark-looking Confederate guy. That woman had such a familiar air to her being in which he couldn't exactly pinpoint. Has he met her somewhere before? In any case, she had his attention. Considering the two death comrades of his right next to them and the fact that the dark lad seemed to gesture a set of soldier-like grunt things to stop, they seemed like sufficiently threatening enough to engage right away. After all, another grand objective was to keep the higher level shinobi from acting as reinforcements to the raid in the compound. 

"[color=004b80]Neki, the big guys. See them?[/color]" 

Arima pointed at the bizarre constructs forming a defensive wall to defend civilians apparently. They were not normal, likely part of a jutsu, and given how they behaved, they belonged to that guy. As such, crippling some of his defenses would always be plus. Arima gestured the lizard to simply attack them, at served as a distraction while the young Tametomo would engage the hostiles. 

Arima would make sure he had the attention of girl in particular, the eyes of his mask glaring directly at her. He would simply reach into the pouch behind him with both his hands, though he could have done that with only one, he employed both so he could form the Shadow clone hand seal undetected, though he'd only form a shuriken as a result. Indeed, the clone he had summoned had be subjected to a transformation jutsu, taking the form of a shuriken among seven others, four on each hand. All were real except one on his right hand. And with one swift movement, he'd throw all the shuriken simultaneously at the two people he'd be targeting. 

Evidently enough, four real shuriken from the left hand were heading toward Masato while the four others, including the fake one, toward Noriko. Because they were light, they were also rather quick, making it a somewhat efficient opening move. They could block them or even destroy, it didn't matter, because the clone turned shuriken would revert to its original form just a few inches before being in striking distance of her sword, in position to deliver a forward surprise kick right at the kisser while using the momentum gained as a shuriken to charge at her. Like the real deal, the boots were coated in an electrical aura that could easily block other weaponry while delivering electrical shocks with every strike. 

Now that he had their attention, and hopefully the advantage if the clone were to do anything efficiently, he'd get into position, observing any possible opening. He had a boost of confidence for now, but it would take a strong counterattack from the enemy to completely drown it.