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[Color=Fuchsia][u][i][b]Takayuki Mekakushi[/b][/i][/u][/color][/center]
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Takayuki Mekakushi, known across the continent as the Mirage, the fastest Jounin alive, was not having a good day; not in the slightest. He'd been out running a short courier mission to the other side of Fire Country, when, half way back to the village, he'd been attacked by a gang of Sand missing nin. He was lucky to have noticed them; a moment later and he'd have ploughed into the trap they'd set. Needless to say, crashing into a large earthen slab at speeds in excess of 150mph was not something he would willingly attempt any time soon. So now, he was in heated combat with a gang of skilled Shinobi, and running distinctly behind schedule.

He was broken from his thoughts by the sudden appearance of a brace of Kunai, careering towards him from the right. [color=fuchsia][i]'Damn you, Mekakushi, you distractible twit!'[/i][/color] Quickly realizing he wouldn't be able to dodge, he planted his feet, flashing his hands into a momentary Snake seal and activated the Supreme Phase. Surge Chakra coursed from his tenketsu like waterfalls as his body began to vibrate, and there was a loud crack as two afterimages curled around each side of the volley, before snapping back together. Before the Chuunin responsible could realize what'd happened, Takayuki snagged one of the Kunai around his finger and hurled it back, nailing her right over the scratch in her headband and passing clean through.

"Hana!" came the cry of the group's Jounin, whose hands snapped into the seals for a common Earth Jutsu, snarling at the death of his comrade. It occurred to Takayuki that he could end it then and there. He was, however, annoyed. Instead he simply smiled, dodging air bullets and thrown weapons idly. [color=fuchsia][i]'Meh,'[/i][/color] he thought, [color=fuchsia][i]'I think I can spare the chakra.'[/i][/color] His hands blurred through a long sequence of hand seals, even as the other Jounin slammed his hand to the earth, grinning viciously. A crack of thunder sounded across the clearing, accompanied by a searing flash of blue light, as lightning cloaked the Mirage's form. In one motion, he slipped his goggles down over his eyes and blurred through a quintet of seals, ([color=fuchsia][i]Tiger, Hare, Reverse Hare, Snake, Tiger, [b]Release![/b][/i][/color]). As a vicious spike of Earth came barreling out of the ground towards him, he vanished, a whirlwind of shredded leaves appearing in his wake. The enemy followed him around the battlefield with surprising tenacity, spires of rock erupting where he'd appeared a moment earlier, but the Surging Flicker was notorious for its overwhelming speed. The enemy stood no chance. Within seconds, he'd sent no fewer than twelve of his own spires careering towards himself, and a platform of rock carried him into the air; directly into the path of a Surging Flare, which Taka had swung around behind the man. It impacted the back of the Jounin's head, bursting into a blinding, green conflagration.

The smell of burning flesh snapped the remaining three Chuunin out of their stupors, and they charged, as one, towards Taka. He smiled, and punched the earth, fist wreathed in neon flame. 

[color=fuchsia]"Flash Fryer!"[/color] A wave of heat pulsed through the ground from the point of impact, blowing the assailants back and igniting their clothes. Unwilling to give them even a moment's reprieve, Taka blurred his hands through another group of seals, and opened his arms wide. [color=fuchsia]"Plasma Wave."[/color]

A few minutes later, his bingo book was in his hand, the smouldering head of his main attacker in the other, at arm's length. [color=fuchsia]"Ichigo Gurei, huh? Stupid sod."[/color] He sighed, tossing the head aside; the man's bounty was low enough that carrying the body home was more trouble than it was worth. [color=fuchsia]"I need to get home."[/color] He reactivated the Godspeed Shroud, and set off towards Konoha at a sprint, trailing lightning in his wake.

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[color=fuchsia]"And that concludes my report, Hokage Sama."[/color] Takayuki grinned at the older man, patently ignoring both the distinct scent of ozone he'd left in the office, and the secretary he'd bowled over, who was currently glaring daggers at his back as she gathered the last of her papers. He gave the Hokage his best innocent face. [color=fuchsia]"I do hope I'm not [i]too[/i] late, I've been looking forward to meeting my team for days!"[/color]