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Soul Eater SCAR

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NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Daiki Naito

Between Takeshi's manic killings--his seemingly enjoyment over it--and Yamato's berserk attack, Daiki had but a moment to actually get himself back together. That woman, she had obviously been there, lurking on the Yamato's rooftop. She held an authoritative nature then, she was definitely high-up in whatever alliance or group she was part of. He'd bet his life she was with the Jashin's though, she didn't give off a Yakuza feel. Her's were more, grisly, primal. As if she enjoyed the thrill.

His thoughts were interrupted when metal clambered against the floor near his feet. The sound ran in his ear alongside the fearful breaths of the man Yamato was stalking. With a slight glance, Daiki met the meaning behind the Prodigy's eyes. But all together ignored it. Just because he took a few blades, a few hits ... That didn't mean he was innocent. The guy still had hard facts that placed his father in the middle of all this. And the unknown of him being involved, well that darkness was still a cruel possibility. He wasn't going to throw all that out, put his comrades and village in danger, just because the guy seemed livid.

Hell, I can barely tell the difference between his normal face ... and ... well this

If the others had winced or veered from the rancid smell of burnt flesh or Takeshi's gruesome scene, then they were unlike Daiki. He instead accepted the gross reality that was being a ninja, even though he still hadn't come to terms with its purpose. Seeing such things were common, or had become common with the risks he had taken during missions. Like all Naito's he had become infamous for sacrificing those that endangered the mission at hand. It bothered him but he could not deny that it took a certain uniqueness to do it. As the smell filled the room, Yamato strolled over with a few choice words. Ones that were met with a stoic calm.

" Yea I can see that," he responded with a small pause. " Didn't look to me like you did much to keep her here."

He place himself near Yamato as a precaution when they all gathered around. Though he hated to say it, he noticed the small, if not approving, gesture the Young Master gave to Paneru. One that he deserved, for his very voice had bolstered their chakras. If he could, he would have hugged the guy but of course, the situation didn't actually allow it. Daiki was checking his surroundings when maniacal laughter pulled his attention. He turned his body to face them but was quickly told by Yamato to get behind him. The last thing he actually wanted to do was be protected by a Minamoru. But he wasn't so dense to not heed a fellow ninja's warning.

Fire licked his shoulder, not all of them could fit behind one person. Though Yamato had protected them from the bulk of the attack, the flames and heat were enough to singe his shirt clean off, leaving a horrible burn upon his shoulder and middle-back. He gazed the injury with disdain, for it hampered his swordplay. With a tsk he switched Anemone over to his off hand, pulled out thin-wire and tied it around the hilt with a mighty knot.

This will have to do, he figured. I have no other choice.

When the fire finally died down, Daiki leapt from behind Yamato, slid over in the path of the tallest and behind the smoke, threw Anemone. It pierced through and with the sound of clothes rippling, he heard his opponent cackle.

"Nice try," The impossibly deep voice answered. " But your knife won't reach me."

Daiki let the wire pull from his hand as he sprinted from the smoke, catching sight of Aoi climbing onto the metal beams supporting the roof. " For all your talk, you're really blind aren't you?" he asked, pulling the string and maneuvering his blade back towards the man. The broadsword sliced his arm but only sparingly, for the tallest katon-ninja had bounded out the way.

Reeling in Anemone, he noticed his opponent looking over at Yamato, looking to charge into the one on one bout, but he was met by Aoi's cards. He backed away, perhaps from caution but probably off of instinct. Daiki leapt over to the battlefield, Aoi and the tallest brother inhabited. His sword at his side, his position directly beneath Aoi. He looked up at the girl and chuckled. " Even in battle you're entertaining. Sorry to butt in, but how about we make this a duo act. I'm sure, it'll be ... spectacular!" he shouted, chucking Anemone with all his strength towards the taller man in surprise.

As was predicted, he was listening pretty hard, sizing his two opponents up with the little time they allowed in conversation. It was almost a guaranteed fact that ninjas wouldn't jump into a outnumbered situation. But, just as Daiki had been right about the surprise attack, so was he right about the ninja's ability to dodge it. Like a cocky bastard, the man moved with slightest bit of effort, his large shoulder swaying as he pulled a kunai from his back-pouch and sliced the wire connected to Anemone's hilt.

"Come on now, you didn't think I had forgotten about the wire did ya?" he mocked, voice on the edge of laughing.

Daiki only crossed his arms over his chest. " She may be in sight but Aoi is known for magic tricks. I wouldn't trust my eyes if I was you?"

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Daiki Naito

Under the cover of the dense leaves, Daiki looked on at Takeshi and Yamato's interaction. As usual Yamato rejected all that was offered to him, making Takeshi look like a hang-around. It was to be expected. He didn't understand why people even tried. Why anyone would subject themselves to ridicule and rancor. Maybe it was because he was wealthy or had a profitable history within Konoha.

Perhaps there all sadist, he jested flatly.

The next figures to enter the scene surprised him. What were they doing there? Especially Paneru? after all that Yamato had thrown at him. He was basically degraded to a useless pile and yet, he still showed up to help? It was amazing to see the strong spirit that resided in others. Whether that be to deny the stamps that others placed on them or to simply find the strength to keep moving forwards, it made Daiki feel warm on the inside.

Still, without the harshness of Yamato's words, he had a point about Paneru. Combat wasn't the guy's strong suit, not even in the least. Anyone could tell just by glancing at him. Daiki hand's clenched the wood of the branch he was perched on. He had two choices, jump down there and see what was hidden within or stay hidden, and see what would happen from afar.

With a flash of movement, he jumped from the tree and landed next to Aoi and Paneru. Liquid gold glanced between Aoi and Paneru. It was near impossible to guess what they were thinking but he walked in front of them and stepped up beside Yamato. He trusted them to handle themselves. Yamato, however, was a dangerous variable. His anger held the reins of his body, and when he exploded, Daiki wanted to be there to snuff him out.

" Why waste the opportunity right? Let's see what your family has in its the closet, Minamoru-scum."

Before they entered, Daiki unraveled the scroll hidden in his jacket, and pull Anemone from its content. The blade appeared in the air just like before, its hilt being caught with grace before gravity took hold. He tucked the scroll back into his jacket as he barreled his chakra into the sword's blade. A red wind ran down Anemone's blade and sharpened it point to its limit.

When they all finally entered and the sunlight was replaced by the shadows of the building, Daiki strolled partially behind Yamato and partially ahead of the others. A comfortable spot for him should things go haywire and the Minamoru was laying a trap for them. And it wasn't long till that ideal had gained some credibility. The woman from Yamato's house, the one with the blood-thirsty aura surrounding her raised up ontop of a smaller building. She appeared the same as yesterday, even her confident smile had remained.

Daiki shot a hand out for the others to stop. " Rei?" He looked over towards Yamato, who gazed back him with shaky, vivid eyes. It was anger, only it was amplified by the name that left the woman's mouth. That's real. The anger in his eyes, the urgency shaking his bones ... This could still be a trap though, I won't lose sight of the facts.

The thumps of human boots echoed in the building next, surrounding them with thugs and brutes. He could tell just from looking at them they were weak, capable of being taken out by even medical-nin. With a powerful gaze, he fixed his sights on a group of them off to the right, his broadsword at the ready. He gritted his teeth before leaping forwards, meeting each blade with a counterattack and killing his opponents when the opportunity presented itself. Brutal killings they each were. Some were completely missing their heads, others had large thrusts through their hearts. In a matter of several seconds, he had killed fourteen of the thugs and left a maelstrom of wind damage in his path.

When those surrounding him all laid dead and his boots were coated in blood, he looked back over at where the woman once stood with a grim frown. He was relatively unharmed, the only signs of battle being the crimson stains covering his hands, clothes, and Anemone. " I've seen you before, standing over your underlings at the Minamoru residence," he started lowly, voice raised and tinging with anger. " Konoha isn't your plaything nor your shoddy basement to conduct your sacrifices. You won't get away with killing our comrades ... I swear I'll find you."

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S A B L E

Sable stared at the winged-woman through enraged-lens. Red seemed to consume his sights, the flames that roared off his elbows were put to use as thrusters as he rocketed off towards the trapped woman. He sprinted up the path, offering only an explosive backhand to the hound. A overpowered, crimson hued, flame rupture from the impact and towards the right-side of the mountain where a crater dented the thick rock. He was unsure if it was incapacitated or not but he burst forwards anyway, his eyes set on being the strongest.

Without slowing, he lit his foot aflame and spun to slammed his heel into the woman's face. But the flame spurted and flickered out, his face drained and exhaustion took over his thoughts. The cold of the mountain for the first time, touched his skin. Sending a shrill chill down his body. His lips parted and gray smoke left hastily from within.

Idiot! you've used up all your ma...

And like that, he fell onto the dark-winged woman. Arm holstered around her small body, eyes barely open as he fought away sleep with will. "I will ... beat you," he strained from his tired body, flames flickering to life on his shoulders, arms, and hair. The orange fire licked upwards off his hair, the strands dancing from the strained effort of trying to stay awake.

"Damn youuuu! Damn you! Eurghhh!" Then he fell unconscious, completely at the mercy of his enemy.

Spiderverse: the Return

Spider-Rogue

Spider-Rogue swung around a skyscraper, the dark panels broken and falling down to the empty streets. It was brutal looking, a place exactly where his universe could have been. A dark and goblin infested world. Underneath the mask, he knew sadness rested on his face. It seemed like too much for one Spider-Man to deal with. What would happen if it was his world? would he be ready? The answer lurked in the back of his mind, surrounded by a light of hope but embracing itself in darkness.

No way! I won't succumb to that! Those damn goblins are going to get their warted asses kicked!

At the sound of Tarantula's voice, he changed directions and headed for the extraction point. He flipped several times until he was perched on a ledge, forty stories high. " LET's GO!" he shouted out towards the others. He raised up to his full height. " Guys its time to get back!"

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Daiki Naito

The others were dropping down into the area like true ninjas, shadows and rustling leaves following those that fell from the sky, while the others just seemingly appeared from nowhere. They didn't matter though, The only being in the vicinity that mattered to him was Yamato, the guilty party, the man on trial. Jaakuna and Shin tried to debate his words but even they couldn't clear Yamato's name or actions. The facts were the facts and for the most part, they were against Yamato.

Soon the suggestions and arguments of the others were lost. Veiled behind a curtain that shot a beeline straight from Yamato and himself. Between them, the intensity that were their families' rivalry sparked to life. Gaze to gaze, Daiki's cold expression would only grow colder as Yamato's anger grew. Admittedly, if he could, he would have attacked the man right there; the urge was so strong.

When Sentou arrived, her words long and informative, the veil clipped unloose. When she spoke, she often garnered the attention of everyone around her. He noticed this at the party, people often turned to see what she would say? And he was no exception. Not like he admired her or respected her, it was just some innate reaction. When she tossed the phone his way, he caught it and held it in his tightly clenched hand.

Yamato went on a verbal and threatening rampage, a undiluted killing intent thickening in the air. Not like Daiki hadn't seen it coming but the full brunt of it was confronted by his own monstrous resolve. The Minamoru were a prideful bunch, made up of people that were much more accustomed to killing than talking. His brows furrowed. They weren't unlike his own clan. The Naito was infamous for making the hard decisions, always putting the mission first. So when slanderous words were tossed their way for it, they were quick to rectify whoever sullied their names.

The hard decisions ...

But Yamato's killing intent only grew stronger as time waned, just as his own resolve had. Daiki was unafraid, if not tensed and ready to attack. Just as before, Yamato was upfront about his problems, something that "Konoha's Dog" had respected. Cause that meant his throat was wide open and ready to be torn open. But at the moment, neither of their wills seemed ready for conflict. Daiki was sure someone would interrupt and uncertain if he'd come back to reality as willingly as before. Their's was a death battle that was bound to happen, it just needed the right time and place.

Yamato's phone rang afterwards and as he took the call, the tension in the room shifted, the intent seemed wholly on him now; Focused and concentrated. But so was Daiki's resolve, it was just now met with a equally powerful force. The auburn-head male felt the heaviness of the prodigies earnest, last words. And for some odd reason, they conjured a archaic, wild smile onto his lips. Daiki chuckled madly for seconds, the chakra in his blood rampaging inside of him. Was it reacting to the hatred that exploded inside or was it the anticipation?

Unknowingly, he dipped his hand into his pocket. " Of course not, kitten," he uttered.

Moments later Takeshi continued talking. Daiki had decided to ignore him wholeheartedly. The man was different all of a sudden, the chakra around him felt darker ... chaotic. He didn't want to be bothered by it at the moment. A feeling in his gut said that he should be worried about his growing angst. His reactions were changing. Ever since that battle at the party, something in him shifted.

Yamato Minamoru ... Things are escalating just like Mentor told me. I know his family as something to do with it? and that means eventually he will too. So what now? do I follow him and see where he goes? He looked up towards the exit that Yamato took from the platform. His image was still a shadow in the light to him, herding him towards a certain path. I'll see this through till the end. Lives were lost, bonds questioned. Feuds relit. And this is only the beginning. Let's see just where the end of this ropes lays.

When he finally leapt from the stage and onto the ground, Fubuki's voice was directed towards him. He walked towards the same exit Yamato used, gold eyes resting on her for a moment. " What you're saying doesn't matter. I do what my instincts guide me to do. You may think I'm blaming him because of his family but its more than that." With that said he stopped and turned towards Aoi and bowed shortly.

" I'm deeply sorry for ruining your get together. If you can find it, somewhere in your smiling heart, I'm sure you'll see my intentions ... I just wanted everyone to know what they were dealing with," He paused, looking down thoughtfully. " I truly did appreciate you adding me into the Chunin picture." he stated.

Then he leaped off after Yamato, a dark blur bounding from the treetops to the rooftops. The air rubbed his face softly as he checked his surroundings. When it was all clear, he open the flood-gates to his eyes, allowed the chakra to touch his retinas, and activated his sharingan. The crimson hue took over before swirling the two tomoe seals into place. He spotted small clues that led to Yamato's location. And when he grew close, he deactivated it.

With a tsk, he paused stealthily in a tree, hiding his presence as he gazed on Takeshi and Yamato. The former Jashin and the young Minamoru was together? Yamato wasn't making it hard to blame him for the murders. For now, he'd just observe and see what they were up to. He'd need proof and the facts if he wanted to bring down the Minamoru and the Jashin inside the leaf.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Daiki Naito

" And you're sure of what you heard?" Mentor asked last night.

He and Daiki gathered in the backyard of head Naito house; Mentor rested on the wooden ledge of the large home while Daiki walked the grounds in a circle. His mind was too cluttered with accusations, fear, and decisions for sleep to come easy to him. Wearing a tanktop made it easy for the cool air to clutch his skin but it was barely noticed thanks to the hot blood pumping through his veins.

" Yes, Sensei. The Minamoru Clan is Yakuza and ... it seems this spawns from them. I don't know what to do."

"Who else knows about this? is it just you?" he asked, hood pulled up and clad in his black cloak. A certain danger was in his voice, a tense and strained importance.

" No. When I was heading there ... I felt Aoi pull on the bungee she attached to me. She heard it too."

" Listen, things have just gotten a lot more complicated for you. You're in a dangerous situation and its one that could rock the village and shake the world. These ... Jashin worshipers are worrisome, almost as much as the Minamoru being Yakuza," he sighed openly as if considering the two equally hard prospects. Then he stood up, approached Daiki, and clasped his shoulder firmly. " From here on out, use it if you must. Its your greatest tool and ally. The Uchiha still has a long legacy of being feared, you have very good eyes, Daiki. Don't be afraid of using them."

With a few more words of caution, Mentor started for the long track to exit the compound.

" Wait, where are you going?" Daiki asked, a tinge of fear in his voice. He couldn't fully explain what it was like watching his uncle leave but it was akin to watching someone die. It felt like he'd never see the man again, and that feeling pulled at his heart, chipped it with every step he allowed.

Mentor paused and a after a thoughtful moment, looked over his shoulder with a reassuring smile. " I'm worried about your safety, Daiki. You didn't really think I'd just sit around and do nothing. Things could escalate from here and I won't lose my nephew to someone else's conflict. I've already lost too much in my lifetime ... I refuse to lose you too."

After that, Daiki watched Mentor leave until the shadows had consumed his dark figure. The next few hours were filled with him just lying in bed, golden eyes focused on the ceiling. At one point, he grabbed his pillow and tossed it so hard that it flew through the traditional slider and outside onto the ledge. Through furrowed eyes, he covered his face with his arms and tensed his jaw in agitation.

I know what I have to do now...

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Daiki sped through the treetops, the lush green of the village shimmering around him. He just a shadow amongst the thick branches but the leaves covered him in scintillating hues of emerald. This morning, the text he had received was just what he wanted, a way to convey the truth to everyone at one time. To him, it was the perfect setup.

While approaching fast on the meeting spot, he noticed a young girl flying over and in front of him. Trepidation gripped him once he saw a school of geese crash into her. He pushed himself faster to catch her, and he almost had when a figure rocketed from the trees below and intercepted him with a soft thud.

A moment later, he shot beneath the two like a bullet, body turning in mid-air as he landed on a steady branch. He eyed Yamato holding on to Paneru, time moving slow as he caught the heroic image and then rebuked it. He felt his chakra rousing inside and blood boiling behind his eyes. It was a bit strenuous but he held the Sharingan in check and descended after the two had touched the ground. The rattle of leaves buzzed shortly before Daiki dropped straight down onto the platform. With a cursory glance, he took note of the others. Though his attention resided on Yamato afterwards. A sense of duty kept him from outright blasting the prodigy's guilt.

Instead, he sat down on the platform, legs hanging over the edge. He popped his fingers one at a time as he waited. I'll wait for, Aoi so she can back me up. Then I'll confront him.

When Aoi finally arrived ... looking normal, Daiki had to steel himself from approaching her. She had been the first on the scene. Seen all the gruesomeness firsthand and by herself, without anyone shouldering her, took in the full brunt of the murders. He bowed his head a bit before interrupting her picture ceremony--if one could call it that. He climbed onto the platform and with a small pat on Aoi's shoulders, relieved her from speaking.

" Sorry about this, Aoi," he uttered before growing loud. " I know most of us don't wanna talk about what happened yesterday. But there's something that we all should know." His eyes fell onto Yamato again, a stabbing glow in its calm exterior.

He stepped off the platform and crossed his lean arms over his chest. " The Minamoru Clan is Yakuza and they ordered the killings. I heard it from the culprits as they hid out near Yamato's house. This wasn't just a coincidence. Or the first try at some psychotic killer. It was a planned action coming from the Yakuza Boss, Rejio Minamoru ... Yamato's father."

Then anger seeped into his voice, though his face remained steeled. " You left the party right before the screams were heard. I wouldn't put it past the Minamoru, so I'll ask you straight out. Did you kill those Chunin in the forest? was it you and your family's plan? You all ... your entire clan, its dealing with something big isn't it!?"

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

The Banner for the RP.

@Altered Tundra

Epic. Nice banner my dude.

Also guys, sorry for not posting the other night. I'll get one out asap. Just gotta read the new posts than I'm going to get to typing.

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o_o I'm watching Fairy Tail right now. lol.

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S A B L E

Pride & Death

The figure that stood before him now had a power that dwarfed the Dragon's. This winged-woman, holding two vile swords and fitted with wings of black power, was on a different level. And it pointedly, if but for moment, silenced the enraged Sable. His flames retreated back to him as he shrunk from the difference in strength. In his stomach, he felt it knot up until the pain started urging him to retreat. He would have done it if not for the intense voice in his head that yelled, without leeway, for him to charge forwards.

The next moment, his flames raged forwards again. He charged up the charred-black slope and towards his opponent. He climbed pass burned and blackened shrieking animals; the unfortunate reptiles and mammals that were living underneath the snow had had been caught in the battle. Once at its precipice, he launched himself into the air, front-flipped mid-descent, and slammed his burning fist onto the ground. The fiery shock wave that ensued raced out towards Aiden and the winged-girl, tasting their skin with determined vigor.

" Me first, Frosty!" He stood up and the flames on his fist slid over his forearms and past his shoulders.