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Giichi Uzumaki
He glanced over at Mia, the number one Genin at the academy supposedly. Her name had rung in his ears a couple times but he hadn't the pleasure of meeting her before. Weird, he'd think he would have seen her at least once. Rin never came to school but he looked upon her here and there. Still shivering a bit, he gawked with unfiltered surprise as Mia burned off Rin's clothes.
Quickly, he turned away and waited for her to dress again. A soft pink rested on his cheeks as he refrained from stealing glances at her pale skin.
After the debacle had been settled and the three were back on the mission, Giichi found himself steadily running atop the creaking tree branches. Instinctively, he tried to be quite but his skills weren't up to par. Time and time again he would here the soft tap! of his soles against the wood. I wonder what mom and dad are up to? he mused to himself.
It was a good bit of time before Megumi signaled for them to stop, descend, and subsequently start the show. Rin fell face-first, impressively un-phased by the stinging cold or ground beneath. It conjured a quiet chuckle in his throat. It wasn't long before the intimidating platoon of Samurai marched out on the otherside of the bridge. A band of forty soldiers and all had their katana's at the ready. Giichi hid his own respites about the plan before entering his role.
Knowing himself to be a horrible actor, he quickly dropped down with his back to the Samurai and cradled Rin's head on his lap, hiding her face from view. He sobbed as if he was a sensitive lad who loved his sister dearly. The minutes ticked by as he listened to the situation degenerate into the ruse that it was. Tsk! Crap! Guess the ninja's out of the bag … Oh well, I was tired of pretending anyway.
Megumi spoke mystically, her voice was like the dull edge of a once famed blade. Everyone knew that she was dangerous but just looking at her, you'd think twice about how-so. Giichi stood up and with a harsh pull, yanked off his tattered coat. It would have only gotten in the way. He turned a bright blue eye onto one of the armor-clad men before helping Rin up off the ground as well.
Rin spoke then performed a rather impressive wind-style that tossed up loose snow and sent five Samurai over the bridge. Giichi grinned. “Nice one, Rin-chan. And here I thought you'd be a liability. You're actually pretty good.” He ran off to meet the remaining Samurai, staying close to the sterling Gorilla that Megumi had summoned.
With a groundward slide, he slipped beneath the whirling mass of the Gorilla's arm and zoned in on a distracted Samurai near it. He reached inside his pouch, grabbed a kunai, and with a kick-off, planted a spinning kick into the man's sternum. A deep grunt burst into the air before the man plummeted off the side of the bridge. Giichi glanced around for his teammates, clashing his kunai with the blade of a powerful Samurai.
Clenching his teeth, Giichi poured his weight to the side and swayed away. Rin was nearby him now and he just had to tell her. “It's GEE-Echi, not Geichi. Try to remember that if we survive this battle,” he jested lighthearted before flickering away from a heavy downward slash.
Daiki Naito
Trailing the Ronin hadn't be difficult, catching up to him was a bit tedious but whatever had happened earlier had him rethinking all of his training. He bit his lip in agitation and flickered through the trees, stopping only when the Ronin would fumble over his own feet. Perhaps, I'm losing my edge.
He envisioned the last few minutes that had transpired between the squad and the ronin. Him and Haruka had positioned themselves perfectly, even Ayame had seemed satisfied with the results in that tense moment. But, things hadn't gone over smoothly. He watched with a sharp scrutiny as the Ronin's blade threaten to rend him in half and yet, it had never reached him. The image was so vivid that it caused him to leap back out of reflect, leaving the Samurai an opening for escape.
After that, anger and pure disappointed gripped his actions. With a growl, he dashed off towards the escaping swordsman, Anemone in hand as he slowly closed the space between them.
Now, he glared into the Ronin's back. Once upon him, they found their two blades banging against one another. Sparks and ear-shattering clangs crashed the pattering of their run. With a twist of his wrist, Daiki's blade was met once-again with the Ronin's. He was forced to admit that the Samurai might be better than him.
“I- I'll have to use my Sharingan to beat him. I can barely keep up with his swings.”