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[b][color=f26522][h2]Yakoul Kakariko[/h2]

The Confederation's General of Armed Forces[/color]

The very super fucked Compound of the Festival[/b]

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Yakoul beamed at Tanaka like a child enthusiastically smiling over achieving something. It even blushed so much it was charmed by how she behaved, picturing her like those annoyingly loud minuscule poodles barking at and harassing a stoic mastiff that could very well just bite off its tongue. She had caught the feline in a good mood and in turn made it like her for some reason. Heck when she complied nonetheless, something an unpredictable tyrant like Yakoul just loved, it wouldn't help but be mesmerized by the impression she was giving. 

"[color=f26522]Fuck girl, s'cuse my motherfucking French but these Bijuu sized balls you have are more than what I've seen in any man these days.[/color]" 

It flicked her little nose before slowly, almost mechanically, turning its head to the shorter Mirai who questioned the need of a speech. Raising an eyebrow, to the cat it seemed like common sense, or lack of, to make a grandiose speech after such a tragic event to get people all rallied against the Red Sages. She didn't seem strong of will like Tanaka, which didn't matter, because that just made things all too good in an objectified perspective. Mirai would be the introvert and Tanaka the extrovert, blue and red. The coincidence made Yakoul feel like a lucky duck today, though the same couldn't be said about what would happen after. The animal simply patted the maimed shinobi's head before giving a first glance to their 'opponent'. 

Burly guy, seems pretty young, and not the leader. To Yakoul he was already fodder who took himself way too seriously and that glaring trick, though having an intimidation factor, didn't do much when realizing the general was well beyond Katsuko's position in the foodchain. Yakoul stepped forward, the tip of its tail caressing Mirai's cheek gently before swiftly sliding over the flat chest of the hothead to get her even more riled up for the upcoming confrontation. 

"[color=f26522]Fuck me running, this guy's worse than that extremely gay lady that's suppos- Oh wait you're here.[/color]" 

Its attention was so thin that with just the call of its name its left ear perked and oriented itself to the sound in reaction. Yakoul took notice of Akio actually trying to confront something out of her league. It was funny, because her current state as an alcoholic was known among anyone with a brain, even Yakoul. Katsuko had already lost any form of credible presence to the Confederation's general. 

"[color=f26522]Akio, lesbo dyke cunt eater extraordinaire, the fuck do you think you're doing?[/color]"

Yakoul asked, biting down its jaw while moving its articulations to cause a loud crashing noise upon finishing its question. She asked for help, and it didn't really want to. Actually the cat didn't really want these rebels to completely fail, yet. Would suck to just end the game now, not that they would need its help, but it could refrain from making it harder and promote the risks. Then Seijo actually moved her asshole to finally do something about Akio. The spores released toward her could be smelled by the creature from its position, and while it couldn't guess what it'd do, the visible effects it would have on Akio's skin upon contact would make it start laughing while slapping its thigh in humor. 

"[color=f26522]Pahahahahaha! Oh shit fuck! Guess that burns more than the disgusting bullshit you drink to compensate pussy. Like fucking seriously, fighting the queen bitch? Are you perhaps ... Retarded?[/color]" 

Scolding Akio, while crashing its jaw again in a bizarre fashion, it kept a solid eye on Katsuko who had the green light to handle Yakoul and the other confederation members around. At least it could see a bit more action, this time with some mad skills in the mix. Speaking of which, it didn't get to see from the two ladies behind it. 

"[color=f26522]Oi, ladies. Wanna try and handle this cunt while I [i]try[/i] to rescue that chickenshit commander?[/color]"

It said whilst marching forward without even its guard up, practically walking up to Katsuko as if he were just some harmless ornament, attempting to just pass him so Yakoul could have a better glimpse as to what Seijo and possible some of her colleagues were doing. It almost felt inclined to save the commander at the last minute, even if it completely stole the feline's kill and left a really angry Tametomo on the loose. Though before it would nonchalantly cross paths with Katsuko, it would capture a really gritty and ugly sound. The echo of a crush being stabbed, and quite unfortunately sounded like it came from the leader given her last position. 

Upon further inspection, the commander seemed to have indeed had his life taken rather quickly by Seijo. Puffing its cheeks, Yakoul wasn't too happy about this and would even voice it concern. The female commander made it clear for the public to see this death, and Yakoul wasn't anymore surprised by it than it was about its toast burning the other day.

"[color=f26522]Uh-huh. For a vengeance that was pretty fucking anticlimactic, queen bitch. Like hell, if you break one of my bobble-heads I'd fucking rip you to shreds for weeks. The fuck are you thinking?! Ugh. Now I have to even the score somehow. Guess I'll go with ...~[/color]"

In the middle of a high tension moment where Katsuko could really just strike Yakoul whenever, the animal talked like nothing bad could happen. In a sense it expected the two girls to actually cover it, not that it would need too much assistance. Meanwhile, it simply pointed its index fingers upwards and swung her hand in a small circular motion as it seemed to be randomly choosing something to compensate what Seijo had just done. And out of the blue, the pointed peak of the claw ring wound point directly at Nori who had the misfortune to just want to help his leader. 

"[color=f26522]You?[/color]" 

It asked in the most mundane yet sinister fashion possible. The creature's killing intent was pointed directly at Nori's soul, though everyone in the area could feel the cold lust for blood the beast emitted. Cracking its jaw for the third time, it grinned while the boy would understand why it was called the 'Overwhelming' Killing Intent. It didn't move for now, as it didn't actually announce whether it would actually even up the score now or simply make it a future vendetta in which Nori's days would be counted anyway, unless of course something else would catch Yakoul's attention. In other words, he'd have a high chance of survival, especially since Seijo ordered a retreat.

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

[Sub]The Red Sages[/sub][/color]

Harvest Festival, Gone to Ruins[/b]

[@Blue Demon][/center]

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Sighing in relief, they didn't seem to be actively looking for him at this point, plus things in the compound seemed to go rather well for their leader. Keeping his head low, Arima scouted for possible allies he could fall back with, but many had either already retreated in the shadows or were gravely wounded and in broad daylight. But then, he'd notice [i]her[/i], Chieko. The girl that got his 'game' on a little more than usual, even though she clearly demonstrated her superiority in prowess, Arima always managed to make a better imagine of himself than she did. Nonetheless, he had a thing for her, and seeing her go back into action activated the honorable knight in him. 

However, upon noticing how close she had gotten to certain enemies that couldn't see her from their angle unlike him, he'd have the realization of his life. The redhead's face, the reason why she gave this familiar feeling whenever he'd observer her. She'd probably be one of Chieko's siblings, which at first made the boy feel better, until he remembered that he actively tried to kill her. His heart sank and he prayed this wouldn't go viral, even if no one in the Red Sages actually helped him. Speaking of which, he'd likely be bitter and all high and mighty about it back at camp. 

Jumping down from the roof he was hiding on, he'd attempt to make a small signal to the powerful young red sage by reflecting light off his boot on her eye, but before he could do it with any success, his cousin would finally make the announcement that they were to retreat. He couldn't see the scene she tried to display due to his attempts to stay hidden, but it meant that either she killed the commander or captured him. In any case, his heart raced as he tried to get Chieko's attention once more, reflecting the ray of light on her eye to annoy her.

"[color=004b80]Psst. C'mon. We gotta ditch this place.[/color]" 

Arima whispered once he got her attention, standing right next to a darker alley they could use for a swift escape. His voice was lightly too weak for her to hear, hence why he'd articulate enough for her to be able to read his lips - because he totally removed his mask like an idiot to show off his scar. That and it was likely the best way to get around without being detected or using electronic communication which sometimes had its downsides with his choice of ninjutsu. He kept his eyes wide open, not wanting to hoard anymore glory in this wasted place.