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[color=39b54a][u][b]Kurin Senju[/b][/u]
Location - Earth Challenge / Interaction - [@Syn]+[@LadyinInk]+[@Altered Tundra][/color]
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NO! Kurin had been too caught up in the moment. He tossed his ally into the air, right at the golem, failing to realize that it could move so fast. NO! STUPID! He held out his hand, reaching out towards Jaakuna. The poor boy was right in the path of the beam, could he reach in time!? Kuring arm splinted like wood, shooting out thick wooden stakes in the shape of a hand. Faster than a bullet, but still much to slow! The beam engulfed his ally, and his heart sunk like a brick. He'd just killed his own ally! What a fo- Wait, Jaakuna was still alive! Kurin's wooden arm grabbed the boy by the waist, dragging him back to his allies. And then... Kurin noticed the missiles. 

Touching Jaakuna, he could feel something different. A magnetic field. Yes, he could tell in a moment. After all, the golems earlier all carried that magnetic charge, which gave them life. Like a battery! His eye zoomed in, looking at the missiles. Yep, those where drills, and... They where targetting the magnetic Jaakuna. [color=39b54a]"WHIPLASH!"[/color] Kurin shouted, spinning around in place. This arm still extended like a massive whip, still holding Jaakuna. It was like watching a pro throw a softball. A fast ball center pocket! But the target wasn't the beast this time. No, with expert skill, Jaakuna was going a step further. Wood grew up, supporting Jaakuna, and as he reached the right moment... He let go. 

Jaakuna was a missile of his own. It'd all rely on the boy to situate himself, but with eyes between the gap in the robot's stance, Kurin knew his aim was perfect. Student president every year in a row, he was never wrong. The missiles would take the shortest route to Jaakuna, of that he was sure. And most importantly, the shortest route would take those drills right through the robot who had created him. A whiplash special if there ever was one!

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[color=9e0b0f][u][b]Bumu Aka[/b][/u]
Location - OOPS! / Interaction - [@BladeX]+[@GlitchyBugger][/color]
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SHIT! SHIT SHIT! Did Bumu think shit yet? SHIT! Of course! He'd gotten too wrapped up in being smart that he failed to do even common courtesy! What did mother always say!? Oh yes... 'Why are you wearing a façade?' Those words burned into the fox's mind. How many sleepless nights had Bumu spent trying to turn into a human. Why? Because the shrine was stiffing. A daily grind every day. Leaving Bumu to listen to the joyous humans who visited for blessings. Unaware that a small fox kit tended to the whole structure. In fact... Bumu remembered the moment his world changed. 

It was a cold winter one day. The man came to the shrine the fox family took care of. The wind flooded through the halls, snuffing out the many candles that filled the room. As the man entered the now fireless shrine, closing the doors behind him, he turned back, and was amazed. A fire crackled on each candle where none had stood before. And there, lighting the last candle with a torch was a fox. Ash clung to the fox's body, and for a moment it could have been a shadow. Until he turned, spotting the human for the first time. 
[color=fdc68a]"Who, or what are you?"[/color] The old man asked, almost as if he was about to laugh. [color=fdc68a]"I've never seen a fox lighting candles."[/color] Bumu didn't reply. Instead the fox was silent. Returning its attention to the last candle, and blowing out the torch. Mother always said to not speak with humans. Bumu's siblings always obeyed mother. They always hid when the humans came to the shrine to worship. And yet, Bumu watched. Mother said never to speak to them. For Bumu, unlike the rest of the young fox's siblings knew the dialect of humans. 
[color=fdc68a]"Wait, don't go."[/color] The human said, holding out a hand. [color=fdc68a]"Do you have a name?"[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"Bumu."[/color] He had no idea why, or how he'd let that slip past. 
[color=fdc68a]"Bumu... Such a nice name. But tell me, why are you pretending to be a fox?"[/color] It was doubtful the old man knew anything. He probably saw the fox as a human in disguise. Besides, what beasts could mimic the human language so easily? What beast would even tend for a shrine? 
[color=9e0b0f]"But I am a fox."[/color]
[color=fdc68a]"Why so sure?"[/color] Yes... Why so sure? Why does he have to be a fox? Why not... A human?

And yet as the Queen spoke, all Bumu could hear was the voice of the mother fox. Chastising! ALWAYS chastising! Every little mistake! Why!? Can't you make a mistake every now and then!? FOX OR HUMAN!? CHOOSE! The fake seal began to crumple in Bumu's hand, and the fox's heart began to race. Was it up? Who heard what she had said? Did the proctors hear? Did Koma and Kaba!? Would they trust the fox!? It was a snap back to reality as a cut sliced across Bumu's cheeks. Blood dripping into the water, and the fox could smell it. The iron that filled the room. His heart skipped a beat, and her eyes opened wide. The fox who tried so hard to hide his parentage... The fox who lied about his truth! In that moment, all who could see Bumu's eyes could tell the fox was out. A surge of chakra, but Bumu was at peace on that end. No. It was everything else firing all cylinders! Those fox eyes flicked to his allies, nodding as they all seemed to think as one. 

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Bumu placed his hands together, and spoke. [color=9e0b0f]"Barrier yourselves, now!"[/color] Bumu ordered, leaving himself to face the sea alone. And then, began a single act of carnage. See, blowing up a grenade underwater is 100% more lethal than blowing up a grenade on land. To put it simple, if you where within 15 feet of the explosion, you where dead, or giblets. Rockets erupted on mass from Bumu's body. Coming out the sleeves, pants, every hole in the fabric became a barrel. Not just one set of rockets... But hundreds. The fox knew this was now or never. And rockets flew through the sea. They didn't even need to hit. They just exploded when they got close enough. The first shark to take a rocket to the snout exploded into a sea of brilliant red gibs. The fishman next to him barrel got a scream out before his insides where crushed by the shockwave. Again and again, the jellyfish died as their insides where rearranged. The fox just laughed. Eyes wide, watching as a proud army that should have been a threat was killed by the one thing all underestimated. The simple act of an explosion underwater. The whole palace shaking as a result. But Bumu wasn't done. Those red eyes flicked to the queen, who could have attacked but would have failed. The fox's ears twitching, able to have heard any attack from her long before she made it. 

[color=9e0b0f]"I... AM BUMU AKA!"[/color] Those words could haunt the sea queen for her whole life. The haunting words of one mortal, angry beyond rational words. At this point, Bumu could take care of the underwater stuff, hopefully. The queen may be an issue. But... if they got the scroll, they where gone and free. Bumu raised both hands, pointing them at the queen. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm sorry I did all that. But if anybody asks, you made it personal."[/color]