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Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

I'm going to get a post out before tonight is over with. Prepare for a beautiful post. Jk.

It'll be mildly better than average.

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

Giichi Uzumaki

Incredible, Giichi thought as he sat on the edge of the encampment. Even when Captain Ayame and Fujitora was unwilling to fight, Yamato-senpai and … what was his name again? The red-haired one—I'll have to get his name. Either way, they managed to rally the others into action. If not for them, I'd probably still be scared. Father's gonna love this story.

Standing up, he dusted off his torn and dirtied trousers and stretched his arm till his back curved and his injured protested. He still felt tense. Kusaru and Gian had left them but he could feel the aftereffects of their appearance. It was like the wings of a humming bird, you could never place exactly where they were but you knew they were there, flapping so quickly that it was impossible to comprehend them.

“I never knew people like them existed. I have a long way to go if I ever want to become Hokage.” He yawned loudly as he headed back to the others. On the way to seemingly nowhere, he caught sight of Aoi pushing along a blue-haired girl. Curiosity convinced him to paused. The cool night seemed to grow to a chill as he watched the purple haired girl.

Wow, she's still chipper. I don't know if that's scary or admirable. I sorta wish I could contract whatever mutation she has. That's … not normal. He decided.

Seconds later he caught sight of the red-haired ninja that had dove into battle with Yamato-senpai. He looked trapped in a confusing headache as another ninja shot him a thumbs-up. Giichi laughed loudly but quickly stifled it—when it strained his slashed stomach. “I-I, shii-shhh, never realized how unique our small group was. I'll have an entire treasure trove of memories to replay to mother and father when we return.

Before long he found himself staring undecided at Yamato. The hot-blooded ninja was probably itching to be alone, so Giichi continued on until he found a spot to sleep. Laid out on his back, with his signature orange jacket as a pillow, he stared off at the stars until he drifted into sleep.

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D A I K I.

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Tsukkio-sensei approached him next, expecting to land a blow on him with a punch that was clearly predictable. Normally, he would have dodged something like that but it was obvious that he needed a wake up call. With her fist barrelling towards him, Daiki lifted up his arm and took the powerful blow head-on.

His arm tremor with pain but remained steadfast against her assault.

He was staid as she left, his cold eyes turned from her. It would seem her intervention had managed to douse his rage. If only a little. He was competent to know that what he had done was rather obnoxious, if not right out questionable. Even still, he refused to apologize for it.

Things might have calmed down if Yamato hadn't tried to touch him. Yamato's hand came out to push him, only to be met with a feral glare that encompassed every bit of ill-intent he could muster inside. At the same time the back of his sword-less hand smacked into the “Young Master's” and parried it away from him.

“Typical. It's the same garbage over and over again.” he muttered after Yamato left. Once again someone intervened. Daiki ruffled his auburn hair out of agitation. And did he just blame the Naito for keeping up the fued!? Its that fucking god-complex that all the Minamoru carry that continues the feud. Watashi wa Kami! He chuckled mockingly. Detestable.

When a black-haired, black-eyed man approached him and simply stared, Daiki released a long sigh. “You alrigh-” He stared to ask.

The Uchiha member said a lot but only the last few sentences had struck a cord. Only known by the head-Naito family and his uncle, Daiki was actually an Uchiha. His eyes could become just as red and symbolic as any other Uchiha member, his emotions just has powerful … but unlike any Uchiha before him, he grew up with the Naito: a clan with a blood-feud with the Minamoru. This meant that he was often torn between his heritages. Mentor once thought that growing up a Naito would be best for him … as of late, Daiki wasn't so sure.

Lately his Sharingan had be activating on its own. Fits of powerful emotions triggering the hypnotic swirls whenever they boiled over. Is the Curse reaching me? He followed the direction that Yamato had traveled with his eyes. Was Yamato the trigger? Or was he just the spark that had woke it from its slumber. He rubbed his temple, more-so his right brow. It would explain the sudden outbursts ... But I refuse to make up an excuse for my lack of control. I'll do better, he promised himself.

Returning to reality, he laid eyes on Saburo's thumb's up and just barely caught the beginnings of a hysterical laugh; it was young but maturing. Daiki shook his head and looked towards Saburo with some semblance of impatience. “Speak for yourself. That Yamato bastard won't beat me. I don't plan on losing to him, Kusaru, or anyone for that matter. Add that to your encyclopedia of facts.” He told the youth while walking pass him.

It took him several minutes before he would slow his gait to a halt.

Finally.

Finally he was alone. Far from the encampment of ninja. He wasn't sure if he could take even another smidge of a push. His emotions were everywhere, or at least it seemed that way to him. Looking around, he noticed the trees were heavy, the limbs were slightly more droopy and cacophonous. The moonlight barely slipped through. Daiki felt this was the perfect time to meditate. So he fell down to his knees, placed his hands on his thighs, and concentrated on all of the day's events. From the mission to the argument with Yamato. Overall, it left a bad taste in his mouth.

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S A B L E. & R M.

An hour passed before word of the Grand Magic Games beginning had spread to the guilds. A short but slender man had spoken clearly through the doors, announcing that it was time to move out into the shadows of arch. There they would wait for their guild's name to be called and march out onto the field.

Sable drank the last of the herbal tea that Genesis made for him. It was finally time for it to begin the Grand Magic Games started now. He gripped his hands together and focused pass them to the mother-of-pearl floor beneath him. In a matter of months he had gained strength that he didn't think possible. And now … now he would have to use it against his once-trusted comrades.

His sharp canines ground against each other in a moment of ire. Senseis. Gwen. Aiden. Sairis. Cringle. Marduk … Harpi. Trusted friends and family at one point. Now I must look at them as enemies and adversaries. He stood up from the steel bench and head for the western arches, a unspoken order touched his team as they followed.

Between my training I once thought I couldn't go through with it. That the vision was just that, a silly vision. But along the way with Kyou guiding me, I learned that it was the truth. That they would turn on me … that they would betray me. However long it takes, I will squash them all. And take my place as the strongest wizard. With Kyou's help … I can't fail!

Looking up his eyes fell upon the lit battlefield of the stadium. Just a few dozen feet or so was the roaring crowd, the excited fans that loved to see a good wizard battle. The fanatics. Sable sighed and shook his head as he against the massive sandstone wall. “Don't they ever tire of screaming?”

Mary posed by his side and looked off towards the entrance with disgust. “I can hear a few, Reign screams as well. You shouldn't complain when their screaming to make you happy. Fucking idiot.”

Reign chuckled before directing his voice towards jogging flash of silver. “Careful, Ender. We're not suppose to go out until they call our names.”

The silver haired child paused with evident dismay sucking his teeth. “Yea, I know. Stupid rules, they should really let us go out whenever we feel. We're the ones fighting, right? I can't help being excited y'know, Reign? First time and everything,” clarified the youth.

“That's not the way the world works little brother. Rules are set in place for a reason. Fail to obey them and consequences is sure to follow.” Genesis answered with a stoic expression. Her arms were folded over her chest as he looked on at the other Guild members fill the large area. There was plenty of space for everyone to stay within their own Guild. But he doubted all of them would follow procedure.

Within the next few moments the resounding voice of the main judge filled the arches. “Allllright! Are we ready my sweet ladies and gentleman. My cool kids and gals. We're finally ready to call our competitors out to the field!” The crowd roared once more, their combined might shaking the air and turning into a blare in Sable's ears.

The announcers called out the Guilds one by one, starting the with the former champions: Blue Pegasus. The flamboyant playboys stepped onto the field with a show of stars of dazzling flower giants. Upon standing in the middle of the stadium, a few other Guilds were called out. Soon it was obvious that the remaining guilds would form a circle around the champs.

Upon hearing his Guild's name, Sable stepped out coolly, maintaining a steady gait pass Vyper Bolt and Harpy's Wing. Genesis, Ender, Mary, and Vivan followed suit. Mary was a bit snobby as she passed, flicking her crimson hair as she clacked forwards. Once everyone had been called out, Sable could see around him that Vyper Bolt and Unity had been placed along side each other. Harpy's Wing ended up between himself and Sabertooth. Lunar Wolf was next to Lamia Scale's team and though it seemed like they all had happily practiced this, it was obvious that a tension floated in the air among the Guilds.

The judges let loose a round of claps, melding in with the roar of the crowd. “Alright, let our first round of events begin! Lunar Wolf's: Kuroku vs. Vyper Bolt's: Aiden. Will the rest of the Wizards please leave the area and give room for these two powerhouses!”

Just as soon as the field was cleared, a sphere raised out of the ground. It was about the size of a watermelon and was the smoothest of silver. It floated in the air for a moment. “The rules are simple. Whoever catches the Metallite first wins. Magic is usable and tricks are deserving of extra points. If no one catches it within the 10 minute time-limit, whoever has the most points wins and gives there team 5-points. Let's see you two hustle! Get the Metallite!”

Like a switch, the silver orb shrunk to the size of a golf-ball and darted up into the air, high above the two wizards.

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D A I K I.

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Daiki was a bit surprised by how quick the others responded. It was like a full-blown war had been declared on the two dangerous figures. Two people that had enticed a powerful fear in all of them. He knew that his pride had fought it, that the Naito in him could never allow such fright to have a suffocating hold on his heart.

In mid-battle several things went wrong and it made him beyond furious. First his shadow clone had vanished into a white cloud. Shock lifted his brows but had not slowed his blade. If—if only I can land this one blow.

Just as his steel thoughts were finished and his blade came around to slam into Gian, a flash of red sped around from his side and appeared in front of him. Daiki had noticed the approaching ninja but felt that it was a comrade so he had ignored it. Now, a thin blade stood in the way of his broadsword; a daunting clang was born as the two clashed. Daiki held a stern glare as he listened to his supposed-comrade.

The ninja's sheathe had been slice effortlessly by his chakra enhanced sword. “Idiot ... your back is wide open.”

Before he could close his lips, Gian had stepped before them silently. It was almost beyond movement to Daiki, it felt like a monster had crawled from beneath his bed. Behind the jester, sapphire lightening arc towards the sky, blackening the earth and charring the leaves around it.

What a apocalyptic visage.

His fur-lined cloak fell down like a curtain as he approached Yamato; completely ignoring him in the process. He would have tensed his jaw if fear hadn't assaulted him for the second time. With twitching brows, he straightened his stance and looked over at Gian defiantly. As much as he hated Yamato, he found a even greater hatred for the feelings those two infected him with.

With the way things had gone and his comrades foiling all of his plans, Daiki had no other choice but to listen. Kusaru's words were like oil to him. They could be helpful to many, but his wariness of her caused them to run in one ear and out the other. He didn't—nor did he want to—believe her.

That was a short-lived feeling however. Near the end of her speech she spoke of cleaning up. He didn't know why but her choice of words really piqued his interest. Perhaps because he thought the Yakuza in Konoha to be garbage. Maybe it was because he had been searching for a solution to their infestation problem earlier. Daiki physically shook his head of the poisonous thoughts.

She isn't talking about the Yakuza you idiot!

Anemone was held with a tense arm and hand, his golden eyes staring into Gian's black eyeholes. There was nothing beyond his mask but darkness, a very unnerving darkness. After the man had vanished from his sight and subdued the Ronin with shuriken, Kusaru found it necessary to address him directly. Daiki only stared with a heavy coldness, though his chest and shoulders trembled.

“Jackass or not, leaf ninja stick together, Kusaru. Remember that when you come to visit.”

Sure that the duo had heard his warning, Daiki let out a long, drawn out sigh. All the fear that had been bundled up inside manifested. His hand found its way to his head as he rubbed it, seemingly calm. So much had happened that he felt absent from reality for a short moment. When he came back, all he could think was that he was a failure of a ninja. The village, the mission, and his life was top priority. So why had he risked his life on a whim? And why had he stepped up defend Yamato. It was confusing and maddening at the same time.

Anemone burst out of existence as he searched for some outlet for his emotions. When his eyes had found Yamato, his body simply moved.

A snarl erupted and a previously unseen scowl appeared on Daiki as he stepped forward without hesitation, though cautious of his flaming hands. “You really think you're a god don't you, Yamato.” His voice rushed out like a raging river. “Think yourself untouchable? Well you're not, you're nothing but human ... just like the rest of us.” With a flick of his wrist he summoned Anemone once again. “I'm really sick of hearing this “I am god” bullshit. I'll bury your pride with your bones and make you realize you're nothing but dirt!”

Daiki was aware that he more-than likely looked foolish, that his actions were childish. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was fight. And who better than his foster clan's rival. The real question that came to his mind, even as he pushed the envelope and challenged Yamato in front of his peers, was:

Why am I doing this? What's driving me to bite at him?

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Not sure yet. Tbh, I'm going along with it as I type. I have to get the data down and I have yet to do that. It rougher than I thought doing this on your own ^^

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

Got my post up. Yayy.

lol. @CorinTraven I bumped into you, don't know if you're interested in starting that noble interaction now or not but I did ^^

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

“She's a rarity I must agree, though I can't shake the feeling that I've seen her somewhere. Is she famous?”

S A E .

Warren's word echoed once more in his ear, a whispered order that he didn't exactly wish to follow. Sleep still weighed on him, so the duty of providing extra protection to the whole family seemed like an impossible task. He stood next to a table, partially lifted by the wild yet alluring dance of the exotic beauty on stage. The way she shook her hips put a spark in his groins that lifted his dark eyes. Brewed some awareness to his situation.

The quick tempo of the fiddler convinced him to clap along with the elated crowd, though his brows and eyes were staid with a natural sedative.

“The show is quite good, is it not?” Saewine turned to a short noble woman, her blonde hair pulled up around her full face. Her hazel eyes staring cheerfully at him.

“Indeed,” he answered politely, his instinctive etiquette appearing. “She's a rarity I must agree, though I can't shake the feeling that I've seen her somewhere. Is she famous?”

The woman continued to clap along. “I don't believe so.” Before long the two of them fell into the numb gray and the performance became a background distraction. “You should not speak such praise of a commoner. She was probably raised up in a brothel or some similar thrash can. How else would she be so good at shaking those fat hips of her's.” The woman giggled lightly.

And Saewine suddenly found her to be the ugliest of company. Had she not just given the woman a compliment just a few minutes ago? His forced enrollment with the Black Shields had fogged the black truth of being a noble. Everyone wore very hypocritical and demonesque masks. With a fake chuckle Saewine stared at her deadpan, her lack of humanity returning his sleep to him.

“Excuse me but I'm actually on duty now. I must take my leave.” he said with a bow.

“D-duty?” She glanced him up and down with her eyes alone. “You have the face of a noble but you're dressed like a common thug. I mistook you. My father would kill me if he knew I talked to such thrash.”

Saewine held back a snarl before making a quick and stiff leave. While he patrolled the vicinity of the King's court, two different family's noticed him and spoke gentile to him. One was particularly stuck on the death of his brother and the other was sure that he could make the Bloodworth family even more prestigious through the Black Shields. He wanted to scream that he was not the fighter his brother was, that Heron's death was still heavily on his mind. But instead he smiled and nodded until they left him.

Sliding into a empty chair once more, Saewine laid his chin into his folded arms and looked on at the festivities. He stared dully at the King and his family. They all seemed so laid back and yet very hard to approach. It was like a physical blockade was keeping the normal masses at bay. Why are we really here? Are we the royal guard now? Or is this some publicity stunt?

He turned to close his eyes and shade his face beneath his arms but was met with a brown-haired woman instead seated beside him. Her light grey eyes seemed to storm a inner-strength that he avoided and her exquisite dressed drew his attention to her frame and legs. A dry laugh left him as felt the sour words of the noble woman from before. While he thought, he stared at her unbidden.

Another noble? If she shoos me away like common garbage I'll bring all the pull of the Bloodworth family onto her own. He sighed openly. Even still ... I suppose I should maintain face. My father would not hear of any nonsense from me.

Sounding as tired as he looked, Saewine spoke from behind the elbow of his arms. "You don't mind me laying my head hear for a bit do you? You see, the music is a bit deafening and a headache has sprung up suddenly--May I say before you answer that you look amazing in that gown," he sprinkled on top.

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I have most of my next post written but today has been hectic. I barely had time to take a nap. Lol.

I've finally gotten some time to myself.

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Just got home from work so I'm going to nap before getting to work