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Koji Takuma
"Do you really want to die?"
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There they were... The kids didn't even seem to be bothering to reduce their noise level. Or... No. Just one of them. Multiple instances of the same steps were approaching from multiple directions. Koji didn't know exactly which of them it was, but he'd guessed it was Naruko with her known use of the Shadow Clone technique. And then some... thudding and clothes shuffling off to the side? Koji's eyebrow raised as he continued hurling the scattered projectiles in the general direction of where he was hearing. 'What are they doing over there? Weird time to be rolling around in the dirt.' Soon both the steps and shuffling stopped, the forest going quiet. A final few clangs echoed as Koji stopped throwing his kunai, and a fog started settling in the trees.

With a change of his stance, Koji pulled on a ring inside his sleeve, bringing up a wire that followed the back of his arms and lined them with loose kunai attached with small snapping buttons that looked cheap and easy to separate, along with a couple in each hand ready to be thrown. 'Time for them to start... Hidden in the Mist jutsu? That's a surprise.' Something was different however as the mist settled in and got thicker. The smell was acrid, and the mist had a different consistency than what Koji had seen before. 'Not bad... I don't want to be in this for long if it changes.'

And then there was movement. Figures coming out of the mist towards him, and a triumphant battle cry from the girl in orange. As soon as they came out of the mist one of them caught a kunai right into her leg that had ricocheted upwards off the ground, dispersing her with a short "Yeeep!!" Immediately Koji turned towards the other two intent on doing the same to them, but instead he stopped in place, stunned with his mouth slightly agape. "Oooouuuu~ Koji-Sama~!"
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Koji was a reasonably disciplined man. One who was very skilled at keeping his composure. And here it served him well... But he was not immune to the powerful technique being thrust upon him! For a brief moment the approaching women had his full attention, his guarded stance half dropping, and Gorudo's tongue met no resistance as it slung through the air to grab the scroll. The clones of Naruko got closer, and almost were able to get their hands on their target before he was able to snap out of it, and with a swift and hard kick, he slammed one into the other and dispersed them both. A small hint of red was under one nostril, but he was no longer slowed down. "Now I know who's first..."

In a blur of movement, Koji launched directly towards Gorudo just as he'd gotten the scroll. In nearly the same instant as Koji had appeared infront of the boy, two kunai were launched with one swing of his arm, sinking right into his previously-wounded shoulder and his opposite thigh. And yet, the movement didn't stop. A hand went to Gorudo's collar and grabbed with force, pulling him into a lock with Koji behind him brandishing a Kunai at his throat. "And now you're captured... You two stay back!!! Or I'll kill him and you both next." He glared down at the boy, and gave him a final ultimatum. "Escape this yourself. Prove you're worthy. Before I end it." The point of the blade pointed towards Gorudo's skin, so close to being able to cut him in an instant.


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I walked the path that led me to the end
Remember
I'm caught beneath with nothing left to give, forever
Grey skies will chase the light away
No longer
I fought the fight now only dark remains
Forever
Divided I will stand
And I will let this end
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Resolved footsteps echoed through a stone hallway, a masked man entering a large, open room, that had a rather low ceiling. Just high enough for tall people to not be bumping their heads, but only a couple of feet more. A long table made of marble, masterfully crafted but showing cracks and chips from age sat in the middle surrounded by spacious stone seats. Furthest from the entrance an old man sat with a cleared plate in front of him with specks of rice decorating it, and beside it a steaming cup of very dark tea. His shackled arms were wrapped in bandages down to his fingertips, his legs thin with the skin hugging his bones. Partially matted, frizzled black hair draped all the way down his gaunt, chapped face and loomed onto his shoulders. And yet, this desiccated husk seemed to be regaining color in his skin. Lifting the cup to his lips caused his thin, bandaged arm to tremble slightly, the chains on the shackles rattling, but ever the less the more movement he made.

From the darkest corner another masked figure walked into view towards the one entering, the two being completely identical. The one who'd entered began to speak, his words direct, while his voice was smooth and confident. "It seems someone must have gotten wind of the operation. Both the beach and the caves are being stormed now. It seems to be at least three full teams that are invading." The other mask nodded and gave a light sigh, before speaking in a quieter, but equal voice to the other. "Damn... You've had more time to think. What do you suggest?" "Contingency D. With moving to A if our forces falter, and then B if that is not doable." With the plan told, the second mask nodded firmly. "I'll take care of this then. Get back out there and continue to monitor. Remember, you're more fragile than you're used to."

Swiftly, the man who'd entered left the same way, while the second mask strode over to the old man and ordered him sternly. "Meal time's over. You get a couple swallows, then get up." From under his disheveled black mane, the old man glared at the mask, but complied, taking a couple of larger gulps than normally comfortable for the tea's temperature. The masked figure grabbed the collection of chains on the old man's back which had been loosened for his meal, pulling them tight to pin his arms against his body leaving very little movement. "Move. Now." Still holding the chains he pushed the prisoner forward, leading him elsewhere.

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The sun begins to rise
And wash away the sky
The turning of the tide
Don't leave it all behind
And I will never say goodbye
When angels fall with broken wings
I can't give up, I can't give in
When all is lost and daylight ends
I'll carry you and we will live forever

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I walked the path that led me to the end
Remember
I'm caught beneath with nothing left to give, forever
Grey skies will chase the light away
No longer
I fought the fight now only dark remains
Forever
Divided I will stand
And I will let this end
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Resolved footsteps echoed through a stone hallway, a masked man entering a large, open room, that had a rather low ceiling. Just high enough for tall people to not be bumping their heads, but only a couple of feet more. A long table made of marble, masterfully crafted but showing cracks and chips from age sat in the middle surrounded by spacious stone seats. Furthest from the entrance an old man sat with a cleared plate in front of him with specks of rice decorating it, and beside it a steaming cup of very dark tea. His shackled arms were wrapped in bandages down to his fingertips, his legs thin with the skin hugging his bones. Partially matted, frizzled black hair draped all the way down his gaunt, chapped face and loomed onto his shoulders. And yet, this desiccated husk seemed to be regaining color in his skin. Lifting the cup to his lips caused his thin, bandaged arm to tremble slightly, the chains on the shackles rattling, but ever the less the more movement he made.

From the darkest corner another masked figure walked into view towards the one entering, the two being completely identical. The one who'd entered began to speak, his words direct, while his voice was smooth and confident. "It seems someone must have gotten wind of the operation. Both the beach and the caves are being stormed now. It seems to be at least three full teams that are invading." The other mask nodded and gave a light sigh, before speaking in a quieter, but equal voice to the other. "Damn... You've had more time to think. What do you suggest?" "Contingency D. With moving to A if our forces falter, and then B if that is not doable." With the plan told, the second mask nodded firmly. "I'll take care of this then. Get back out there and continue to monitor. Remember, you're more fragile than you're used to."

Swiftly, the man who'd entered left the same way, while the second mask strode over to the old man and ordered him sternly. "Meal time's over. You get a couple swallows, then get up." From under his disheveled black mane, the old man glared at the mask, but complied, taking a couple of larger gulps than normally comfortable for the tea's temperature. The masked figure grabbed the collection of chains on the old man's back which had been loosened for his meal, pulling them tight to pin his arms against his body leaving very little movement. "Move. Now." Still holding the chains he pushed the prisoner forward, leading him elsewhere.
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The sun begins to rise
And wash away the sky
The turning of the tide
Don't leave it all behind
And I will never say goodbye
When angels fall with broken wings
I can't give up, I can't give in
When all is lost and daylight ends
I'll carry you and we will live forever

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Every night of my life
I watch angels fall from the sky
Every time that the sun still sets
I pray they don't take mine
I'm on the front line
Don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness
So long to my regret
And now I know that I'm alive
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Nothing else in the room mattered. Rashiku's eyes burned bright with power and fury as he followed Taka's every movement. Every, one. Their jounin's speed spiked to levels that were higher than anything Rashiku had witnessed before, and though he could see almost everything, the man moved faster than his eyes could turn to follow, and trying to catch him with the blade appeared an impossible task. Yet that didn't stop the boy from trying. As Taka was back infront of him, the smallest movements that Rashiku was capable of making in that time were still trying to angle the point and edge towards him, to even so much as graze with the blades. One of his hands barely managed it, but was beginning to let go of his hilt, fingers beginning to extend and sparking, electrified chakra crawling down from his shoulder towards the hand holding his weapon. Even the lightest cut could still stun him just long enough to finish it!

When Mekakushi was back infront of the boy, his eyes were back to locked right onto him, the killing intent not having faded in the least. Even with Ami out of the way, even with something having happened to Akira's wood jutsu, even their difference in speed hadn't changed Rashiku's course. At first he tried to resist being disarmed, until against such a fast movement, even with Taka being careful, a sharp pain shot up through his forearm, and he had to cooperate long enough to prevent a fracture. His weapon was gone, taken away and sheathed. Takayuki's actions were confusing, but partially made sense. It would be easier to dispatch all three of them by taking away their attacking options. Though why not just kill Ami then? It wasn't clear, but it didn't matter! As Rashiku lurched forward into the 'embrace' he charged up his same hand with the coursing electricity, about to slam his crackling palm into the very close stomach of the man infront of him, with Taka able to see his eyes still filled with contained anger. Just before Rashiku's attack connected, the more experienced shinobi grabbed his hand held it up to still embrace him, but keeping the hostile chakra away from making contact.

And then things were diffused. Takayuki explained his intentions, his actions, and of how they'd all exceeded his expectations. As Rashiku was let go, anger still lingered, but the intensity and killing intent slowly faded. The suspicion that Taka had held was understandable, as it took Rashiku some time even after being betrayed by his village to accept the Leaf as anything besides an enemy. Now, he found them occasionally pleasant, but always strange. "Welcome Home" still rang a bit hollow. Not in that he was unwelcome, rather that he felt still so unfamiliar. Despite that being understandable, the things he'd called Ami, even as a ruse, kept the ember of anger lit in his eyes.

Akira had accepted things readily, obviously enjoying the praise, and eagerly begged to be taught the secrets of Taka-sensei's speed. Admittedly it was impressive, and would be very valuable to be even close to it, but parts of the lesson didn't feel right to the boy. He looked over to the teammate he'd tried to save before, and as the older man asked for questions, Rashiku finally spoke, having been silent through everything before.
"If I suspected you were lying, what benefit could there have been in not removing you as a threat? Being incorrect would mean we all die. If someone threatens us, why not kill them and be sure?"

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One push is all you'll need
A fist-first philosophy
We watch with wounded eyes
So I hope you recognize
I'm on the front line
Don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness
So long to the regret
And now I see the world through diamond eyes

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Every night of my life
I watch angels fall from the sky
Every time that the sun still sets
I pray they don't take mine
I'm on the front line
Don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness
So long to my regret
And now I know that I'm alive
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Nothing else in the room mattered. Rashiku's eyes burned bright with power and fury as he followed Taka's every movement. Every, one. Their jounin's speed spiked to levels that were higher than anything Rashiku had witnessed before, and though he could see almost everything, the man moved faster than his eyes could turn to follow, and trying to catch him with the blade appeared an impossible task. Yet that didn't stop the boy from trying. As Taka was back infront of him, the smallest movements that Rashiku was capable of making in that time were still trying to angle the point and edge towards him, to even so much as graze with the blades. One of his hands barely managed it, but was beginning to let go of his hilt, fingers beginning to extend and sparking, electrified chakra crawling down from his shoulder towards the hand holding his weapon. Even the lightest cut could still stun him just long enough to finish it!

When Mekakushi was back infront of the boy, his eyes were back to locked right onto him, the killing intent not having faded in the least. Even with Ami out of the way, even with something having happened to Akira's wood jutsu, even their difference in speed hadn't changed Rashiku's course. At first he tried to resist being disarmed, until against such a fast movement, even with Taka being careful, a sharp pain shot up through his forearm, and he had to cooperate long enough to prevent a fracture. His weapon was gone, taken away and sheathed. Takayuki's actions were confusing, but partially made sense. It would be easier to dispatch all three of them by taking away their attacking options. Though why not just kill Ami then? It wasn't clear, but it didn't matter! As Rashiku lurched forward into the 'embrace' he charged up his same hand with the coursing electricity, about to slam his crackling palm into the very close stomach of the man infront of him, with Taka able to see his eyes still filled with contained anger. Just before Rashiku's attack connected, the more experienced shinobi grabbed his hand held it up to still embrace him, but keeping the hostile chakra away from making contact.

And then things were diffused. Takayuki explained his intentions, his actions, and of how they'd all exceeded his expectations. As Rashiku was let go, anger still lingered, but the intensity and killing intent slowly faded. The suspicion that Taka had held was understandable, as it took Rashiku some time even after being betrayed by his village to accept the Leaf as anything besides an enemy. Now, he found them occasionally pleasant, but always strange. "Welcome Home" still rang a bit hollow. Not in that he was unwelcome, rather that he felt still so unfamiliar. Despite that being understandable, the things he'd called Ami, even as a ruse, kept the ember of anger lit in his eyes.

Akira had accepted things readily, obviously enjoying the praise, and eagerly begged to be taught the secrets of Taka-sensei's speed. Admittedly it was impressive, and would be very valuable to be even close to it, but parts of the lesson didn't feel right to the boy. He looked over to the teammate he'd tried to save before, and as the older man asked for questions, Rashiku finally spoke, having been silent through everything before.
"If I suspected you were lying, what benefit could there have been in not removing you as a threat? Being incorrect would mean we all die. If someone threatens us, why not kill them and be sure?"
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One push is all you'll need
A fist-first philosophy
We watch with wounded eyes
So I hope you recognize
I'm on the front line
Don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness
So long to the regret
And now I see the world through diamond eyes

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Kenshiro Hyuuga
Location: Training Ground 5
Company: Burai, Shiori, Kuree
Injuries: None
Chakra: 95%


What a pain the ass. Ken had been taken completely by surprise by Shiori grabbing him with webbing, his thoughts having been occupied with the delicious memory of gyoza back at home. And then he'd been dragged onto his rear end with the ground, Shiori chiding him about how he was staying whether he liked it or not! Confused, he craned his head back to look up at her from a somewhat strange angle, but it worked well enough despite her face being upside down. "But... Why? What exactly are we supposed to be doing together? She's said she only wants..." Suddenly he was cut off by some kind of dissolving chakra going right behind him and cutting through Shiori's web, way too close for comfort! 'Hey watch it!' Shouted through Ken's head as he rolled out of the way and stood up, halfway in a battle stance out of instinct. "Oi what the hell!" He directed towards Burai the moment he was up, wondering what he possibly was thinking sending a wave of energy so close between them.

At first, Kenshiro looked partially dumbfounded with Burai's start of what he exclaimed, taking umbrage with Shiori bringing Ken into her web. But then his look became one of annoyance as Burai continued to run his mouth and insult them both. "I'm afraid to say she's played you like a fiddle." Ken's arms folded over the bottom of his chest, his brow furrowing downwards. "Says wh-" But Burai wouldn't let up, continuing on and on, and soon Ken was comparing him to the crab in his head who ran his mouth endlessly with something to prove to everyone. "Frankly, I had thought you more insightful, Hyuuga that you are." "And how would y-" Burai didn't stop. He'd turned away from them to suddenly spout about them being a team, while also insulting Ken and Shiori's intelligence in the most backhanded 'compliment' he'd ever heard. After Burai had spouted off at Kuree, calling out her 'bluff', and still insisting on them being a team, Ken stayed silent for a brief moment. Seemingly having stopped listening, and merely waited until the other boy shut his yap.
"Done talking like a crab Burai? I don't know why you're claiming that we're idiots while you're just guessing too. Of course we knew that we were going to be a squad of three, but how do you know SHE got the memo? All we've been doing is running around with buckets and then told to chase a rock! If physical strength is all that matters to her and her clan, then I'd wager not thinking ahead isn't that much of a stretch!"

While the students below were starting what was sure to be an argument, Kuree's plan was changing, with the rock in her hand being reduced to crumbled dust and gravel. "Screw this! I'm out of here." Ken was starting to leave for a second time, far more annoyed than the first attempt, when suddenly the Mountain had appeared behind him, with a large fluctuation of chakra charging into her first and ready to blast any second. "sutooOOOOO" 'Ah hell!' Ken didn't know what it was about to do, but being anywhere near the vicinity of where that was going was the last place he wanted to be! As quickly as he could, he leaped to the side and rebounded off the ground in a backwards somersault, getting far out of the way as Kuree blasted the energy forward like a beam.
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Always, so long as character sheets are up to standard.

Koji Takuma
"Do you really want to die?"
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It wouldn't be long now. The kids would be showing up with whatever they'd prepared, along with the absence of what they hadn't. While the students were likely expecting some sort of traps having been set up through the area, there was a distinct lack of any sort. No tags, pitfalls, not even so much as a wire. Their jounin simply stood infront of the scroll, taking a couple of steps away from it. 'Which one will be first I wonder... Probably the Inuzuka. That, or the Uzumaki. The Hiki kid will probably be the last one. Let's get them making more noise.' With a look back to another man behind him, Koji gave a nod, and the copy of himself jumped up into the nearest tree and looked out to observe. Keeping his eyes out, Koji leaned down and placed his hand on the ground, pouring his chakra in. "Shifting Tides..."

Under all of the genin, despite their distance, the ground shifted ever so slightly, its shape staying the same, but under the foliage and moss the soft dirt began to harden, soon becoming as hard as stone. Every footstep any would make clapped against rock that echoed through the trees as if the earth were hollow within. "Don't think the approach will be easy!" He called out into the forest, and pulled out a much larger scroll, this one not blank, unfurling into many, many individual sealed objects. Running his hand along it, Koji pulled out bundles of Kunai at a time, and furiously threw them into the forest at random. The man seemed to have no target as of yet, but against the trees and the hardened ground the weapons ricocheted all over! Both in the directions of where the students were going, and everywhere else. They were met with a hail of blades bouncing and sticking into the trees all around.

'And now we see who comes first, and how the plan changes...'


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I walked the path that led me to the end
Remember
I'm caught beneath with nothing left to give, forever
Grey skies will chase the light away
No longer
I fought the fight now only dark remains
Forever
Divided I will stand
And I will let this end
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Resolved footsteps echoed through a stone hallway, a masked man entering a large, open room, that had a rather low ceiling. Just high enough for tall people to not be bumping their heads, but only a couple of feet more. A long table made of marble, masterfully crafted but showing cracks and chips from age sat in the middle surrounded by spacious stone seats. Furthest from the entrance an old man sat with a cleared plate in front of him with specks of rice decorating it, and beside it a steaming cup of very dark tea. His arms were wrapped in bandages down to his fingertips, his legs thin with the skin hugging his bones. Partially matted, frizzled black hair draped all the way down his gaunt, chapped face and loomed onto his shoulders. And yet, this desiccated husk seemed to be regaining color in his skin. Lifting the cup to his lips caused his thin, bandaged arm to tremble slightly, but ever the less the more he moved.

On the opposite side of the table the masked figure approached the old man, stopping when directly across from him. He began to speak, his words direct, while his voice was smooth and confident. "It seems someone must have gotten wind of the operation. Both the beach and the caves are being stormed now. It seems to be at least three full teams that are invading." With his arm relaxed, the masked man lifted it to extend three kunai to the old one, who grasped them with familiarity. "I know you're not in the best condition. Regardless, we need to move. Follow me. I have some things that may help." The old man had a bitter expression as he stood up from his stone chair, but his eyes were full of conviction as he moved to follow the white mask.
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The sun begins to rise
And wash away the sky
The turning of the tide
Don't leave it all behind
And I will never say goodbye
When angels fall with broken wings
I can't give up, I can't give in
When all is lost and daylight ends
I'll carry you and we will live forever

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Rashiku Karata __________________


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Every night of my life
I watch angels fall from the sky
Every time that the sun still sets
I pray they don't take mine
I'm on the front line
Don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness
So long to my regret
And now I know that I'm alive
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The room darkened and went silent. There were murmurs of some sort, a softer voice that grew ever more distant until it was silent, instead replaced by the crackling embers of fire, the smell of charred blood, accented with a constant and sickening high-pitched ring. Rashiku could feel small glowing ashes burning small holes through his clothes, burrowing to his skin and leaving their marks. How long the area was dark, the boy couldn't tell, but eventually Takayuki's living space lit up once more. Feeling an odd warmth on his hand, Rashiku looked towards Ami holding it. It didn't feel... unpleasant exactly, but he wondered when she did it and why. As she kept holding the feeling became more uneasy, and he slowly pulled his grip away and closed his hand.

Takayuki stood up with a hazy blur surrounding him, but it quickly faded away. Along with his words being hard to understand for the first few, the rest came back into focus. A team must communicate... and Ami did not. Everyone was up in a flash as their jounin had grabbed Ami and announced his orders, to kill her. Kill her for being a danger to all, for containing a monster, her very existence a threat to the Leaf Village and its people. Rashiku's sheathe fell to the ground, his parallel blade drawn before he knew it, facing forward and ready to act. Akira was begging Rashiku to not harm Ami even as his body started moving forward, with his hands gripping the hilt tightly and his feet taking a combat stance, ready to strike. "Ami-san. Forgive me." With a burst of forward movement, his sword thrust forward directly at her, sure to pierce her right into her chest...

The piercing glow of Rashiku's activated eyes were directed right towards Ami with his blade moving closer and closer to her in what seemed to be slow motion, focused on her every movement to make sure he wouldn't miss. The boy already regretted what he knew he was about to do, but it was necessary. Ami was labelled a monster. She hid a beast just waiting for its chance to slaughter anyone it could. She was a threat to her entire village. She was like him...
While a different beast than his own heritage, Rashiku had been deemed a threat to his entire village just like she was at this moment. His death had been ordered like hers was now. His family had been slaughtered, and hers were sure to be next after her... And Mekakushi-sensei was one of the fearful bastards aiming to carry out that slaughter! It would not be accepted, and he would die like the rest of those like him. 'Forgive me Ami. This will be painful!'
Rashiku's body burst forth again into the thrust with far more power than before, with the angle suddenly shifting upwards and to the his right. The force put into his blade would more than go through Ami like ordered, it would go through her, behind her, and slam into the apartment wall! At the last moment, with his eyes helping him control every movement of the thrust forward, it became clearer that he'd never aimed at Ami's chest, instead the blades pointing towards her upper left shoulder. And behind her shoulder, through it... was Takayuki's fear-tainted heart. With Ami's bubble jutsu making movement of his kunai more difficult, and Akira providing great assistance with neutralizing the bombs, Rashiku focused solely on moving forward to slam his blade right into the jounin's heart in an attempt to kill him in an instant.

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One push is all you'll need
A fist-first philosophy
We watch with wounded eyes
So I hope you recognize
I'm on the front line
Don't worry I'll be fine
The story is just beginning
I say goodbye to my weakness
So long to the regret
And now I see the world through diamond eyes

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