Daiki nodded once. Unsure of Saburo’s sincerity, his smile, made him feel on guard. Even more so than usual. It honestly made him feel indecisive about everything. His emotions, his goals, his identity, which was already the source of so much chaos in his life. He remained quiet as they took off through the streets, the whole while scrutinizing Yuen’s and Saburo’s behavior. Had growing up in a wholly fear clan made them different in anyway? Saburo was sort of an exception but Yuen … well...
From the way she carried herself, the way she spoke. He didn’t know if many realized it but she viewed herself with weakness. She saw every shortcoming as a crippling liability. He narrowed in on her. Was it because she grew up in a clan of lore-inspiring shinobi. He frowned at the thought. It had been years since an Uchiha had been legendary; it was probably because of people like Yamato. Those that viewed the clan with overdue caution and fear.
If the 11th corps could bring me strength. Then I’ll change that outlook. I don’t want anyone treating me differently because of my blood. That’s pretty damn annoying. He believed that to be one of the reasons he had disliked Yamato. Their discrimination towards kekkai genkai users were infamous. But ultimately ignored.
Landing with muted footfalls, Daiki walked passed Saburo and looked towards the apartment complex. The evening breeze brushed outside the two strands that fell from his otherwise ruffled and spiked hair. Though he had a feeling, Saburo was quick to confirm his suspicions. Missions that usually involved civilians, or a horde of innocent, was majority stealth.
Daiki returned to the team with his arms folded, stepping up to Yuen. He looked down at her and faintly smiled. For the most part, he hated to see another in pain. The other part was, he felt, if only a little, obligated to help his family. He raised a brow at her, thinking of the words to string together. When he found them four seconds later, he unfolded his arms and placed it onto her head. It was gentle, probably a bit invasive but it was what he felt was best.
“This is easy. You got this. Saburo, I’m off.” A start was all he need to sail from the building and effortlessly grab hold of the apartment complex.
Once he was positioned, he awaited with a mild interest at the window. He peeked inside, only to see the target walking around with a cup in his hand. The man’s TV was on an action movie. Daiki waited until the weakened sound of the knocks rapped against the door. As he became distracted, he slid into, snuck up on him and with a blunt chop to the neck. Before it would be delivered, Saburo and Yuen would seem appear rather ominously behind the man.
Daiki caught the man’s limp head with a hand, holding up his body from slouching on the ground.
“Done and done.”
G I I C H I.
“Doubt it,” said Giichi as he messed around his headband numbly, tightly pulling it against his head.
“If they do, they’d regret it. I always imagined me and the nine tails would get along. And if that’s what I need, then I’ll learn Sage jutsu myself and defeat them. It’s going to happen … its-Its what I want to do.” He looked ahead as he spoke, almost reliving the moment at the square. Both Yamato and Rei had abandoned him in that rain. If Ayame and Fujitora had decided to, he would have been dead.
He grew quiet afterwards, a visible tension covering him.
When Tatsuya arrived, the cheerful Giichi returned. Being on a team with a friend of the betrayer and an actual betrayer had put him into a sour mood. He smiled widely at the guy.
“Nice,” he said with awe, looking at the spinning chakra blade.
“Not top sure about that. Weapons don’t really suit me. Oh wait! Can you make special shurikens?”
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