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[color=03C03C][b][u][i]Kenshiro Hyuuga[/i][/u][/b][/color]
Location: Training Ground 5
Company: Just Shiori
Injuries: cuts and bruises, some splinters
Chakra: 50%[/center]

Ken was leaned forward while sitting next to Shiori on one of the scattered trees from the skirmish, holding the folded page from Hotaru's notebook between his knees. [color=03C03C]"J-Jaa..."[/color] He regretfully said towards Burai as the other boy left, barely returning the small wave Ken had given. It felt awful, having Burai dismissed from the team so suddenly. Yet, it did make sense. With how the other boy acted, he clearly needed some... thing. Ken wasn't sure what he needed. Burai would probably get it later, Ken hoped at least.

The boy looked around the field, seeing all the scattered debris and how it ended up where it landed. Ken remembered everything that happened just before he'd ended the battle. He'd seen... almost everything. Some of it was too fast. Hotaru... He was too fast. It was Burai and his own attacks, trees flying in the air, earth and splinters crashing all around, Kuree starting to make her move in response to them, Shiori's webs filled with tiny spiders, and Hotaru. Hotaru was there, witnessing it all, and then either he moved, or used a technique, to suddenly get between Kuree and the boys. In the next moment Ken had felt like he was in a tornado, bits of log and rocks hitting him all over as he was blown away onto his back. Hotaru had scattered everyone, and ended the fight with dismissals of both Kuree and Burai, and now Ken was alone with just the Spiga girl. Normally he would prefer to be around someone that wasn't her, but after the sudden fight that was potentially to the death with Kuree, he minded Shiori's presence far less.

[color=03C03C]"This cousin of mine seems more qualified than the sand woman but I'm not enjoying the secrets."[/color] He told Shiori with a short sigh. [color=03C03C]"Got any guesses as to what this... special team is?"[/color] Ken had a few thoughts on it of his own, but it was of course very unclear. He wondered what she would think, maybe her ideas would be less conflicting than his own. [color=03C03C]"Read the note yet?"[/color] As he'd asked, it was clear he hadn't read his, with it still folded up. At that moment he finally flipped it up and held it in his lap to read it. Somewhat difficult to see from the angle she was at were she to look, yet at the same time he wasn't making any effort to hide what was written.