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Naoto Shiratori

Breathing heavily now, Naoto followed the panther closely, before it suddenly turned and jumped up at her, ready to strike. Naoto, in her exhausted state, barely dodged, if you could call it that. It was more likely she just tripped to the left of the panther's grasp, before hitting the ground. She saved herself from a head injury by catching herself, before turning to the panther, a look of dismay crossing her face. Naoto slowly drew two kunai from her sheaths, and threw them at Kakashi. Unfortunately, the effects of exhaustion were starting to get to her, as one of the kunai was nowhere near it's mark, and instead went far above the panther. The other kunai was thrown so poorly, that almost any movement by Kakashi would cause it to miss.
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Fujiwara Takeshi


Takeshi smiled as Kakashi need to make a sharp turn. Climbing the wired kunai was not likely because of the vertical stance. The panther was headed for the clearing now, he just hoped he and his clone chased the right one. The panther was really fast, Takeshi stayed a little to his right and his clone to his left both following it closely, sometimes throwing a kunai or a couple of shuriken to keep Kakashi on track and eventually a collision course with the webs of Kumoga-kun. Arriving at the clearing, his mouth fell open of surprise, ANOTHER Kakashi?
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Ryoku Samidare and Eiji Emiya


Ryoku's brow was set into a frown as Hoshi came back and informed him of the situation. They couldn't seal the beast away, never to be seen again. They couldn't lock it up unless he condemmed someone to that burden. Unless he made someone a weapon. Why hadn't he focussed on this before? Maybe this could have been prevented if more sealers had been trained, if he had been paying better attention to how to seal a Tailed Beast. It was not good to condemn a child like that. Because it had to be a child, he knew that. Only their bodies would adapt to the chakra overload that would come with the sealing of the Beast and only their bodies would be able to adapt properly. His thoughts went back to the Genin sparring back in the arena and he knew, it had to be one of them.

"Amekage-sama?"

Eiji's voice brought him from his reveries. The man shot him a questioning look, but Ryoku could see he was troubled too. Eiji was a kind man, someone who stood in line with Ryoku's course of action and the Amekage wondered if he was now going to break that. Was he going to break the heart of his trusted man? Still there was nothing he could do about it. The village needed to be saved and she would be a good host.

"Eiji=sama, please fetch Yoshikuni from the arena." He said. He saw Eiji freeze, his face litting up in surprise.

"Ryoku, you can't-" Eiji had never once been so impolite towards the man and somehow that did trouble him, but he could only think of Kuni. He had only heard tales about the lives of Jinchuuriki's but he knew that it was risky. Nothing said she would be able to take it. And he couldn't lose her. Not her too. She had become his daughter and he couldn't let her be in so much danger. "Please, I-"

"I am sorry Eiji, but that is an order. Be quick about it." Ryoku said, leaving out the honorifix as well. They had to act. He saw Eiji's eyes drop and he nodded before disappearing. Ryoku turned back to Hoshi. "Let's get ready for the sealing so we can get it done as soon as Yoshikuni arrives."

Meanwhile EIji was rushing back to the arena. His mind was clouded and he felt sick. He knew why Ryoku was doing it, but from all the children, why did it have to be Kuni? He knew that thought was unfair. No parent wanted their child condemmed to that of course so having it be another child would make someone else feel the same. And yet he could not shake it off. But he had to be strong. For Kuni, for himself. He arrived at the arena and quickly ran inside. The battle was already going. The girl from Ryoku's team was on the ground, the other one was about to unsheat her sword. Eiji appeared next to Kuni and grabbed her arm before she could rush in to join the fray. "I'm sorry, I knew you wanted to battle." He told her. "But I need you to come with me. Orders of the Amekage. You... you can fight later." If she survives. He tried to smile at her, but found it increadibly hard.
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Hisoka Uchiha


His subordinates were bickering while Hisoka arrived at the hospital. People made way for him, but he hardly looked at them. Why couldn't everyone just work together and not yell into his ear. He knew which order he had given Sakamoto and he stood by it, but then Zakito went against it and the Hokage had to agree with him. Maybe he had panicked a bit too much, but how could he not when he had no clue what was going on. How did Zakito know what he was figuring out now? That the hospital was empty. There were dead bodies inside, but there was no fight, no enemies. There was nothing. He demanded some explinations from the ninja present, but didn't get much. They had appeared and disappeared without wasting time. Where had Zakito gotten this information.

His eyes suddenly found a familiar face in the crowd of people. Kensuke Nimatsu, who was carrying someone over his shoulder. His Genin probably. Hisoka's look changed into a painful one. He had to talk to that boy. "Nimatsu!" He called out, likely surprising the boy. "Meet me in my office later. For now please be on your guard. And tend to your team..." With that said he turned around and was about to give orders when he heard Zakito again and froze when he realized what he meant.

Then there was Meisa's voice.

"No." He replied to her. "I got things covered here. Please meet up with Zakito." If what Zakito said was true the he didn't want to have Meisa at the hospital, her duties lay elsewhere. Sakamoto was already coming. That would be fine. Besides Zakito seemed to know more about the situation anyway so he would be of more use to her. Then he raised his voice to the rest of the troups, his voice stern. "There will be no blckering under commanders. The Jounin will follow Zakito Hon's previous words. Sakamoto will meet up with me at the hospital with the ANBU. Please stay calm and follow your orders."
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Sho Deshuga


Sho had not missed Kira's weaponry like she might think. He actually had something planned. This plan was however immediatly messed up when behind him Rini started to do... something. Whatever she did it released a huge burst of wind that send Sho sprawling forwards, caught by the blow, before he could good and well reach Kira at all. He smacked face down into the dirt, manage to partly catch himself into a flip and without trying somehow managed to roll underneath his enemy and get into a sitting position behind her. He wanted to yell at Rini for having his plans messed up, but decided that honestly, this could be a good thing. He still hated Rini though. Now those shots of water were wasted because they had flown off before he had been able to do something with them. Goodbye fucking totally brilliant plan. What a waste of chakra.

Sho decided not to dwell on it and not waste this strangely interesting created opportunity. He formed seals and would immediately lash out a water whip towards Kira's sword hand aiming to stop her from using the blade. Maybe Rini would even man the fuck up even more and would actually do something that would hurt her instead of send him down into the ground.
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Midori Sato


Midori wanted to whine at Gyuki. She didn't like this secret even though she understood perfectly well why they were keeping it. If Asami found out... Things would be really bad. I didn't mean you had to take over. I was going to suggest a clone, but if you don't want to help that is fine. She mumbled to him. Suddenly Deidara was next to her, his mist surrounding him. Her head felt a bit clearer and she smiled to him. He was really a good friend.

Reyna too! The girl had already sprinted off in an attempt to save Midori and Deidara. How cool was that? Now it was time for her to help. [i]What do you propose?[i] She asked Gyuki as she formed some seals. She wanted to make the clone regardlessly so that it could help out Reyna. The faster the bird was caught the better because it would mean that she could get out of here. Back to her other little project. Back to the building that lay waiting for her. As she finished the string of seals she spit out a blob of ink that would form itself into a clone of Midori, ready for action.
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Konoha Team 7
Kensuke Nimatsu


Looking up as he heard is name, he suddenly noticed the Hokage give him some orders. Unable to salute with the wounded genin on his back, he nodded and left the scene. The hospital aside, there also was the medical shinobi training facility in Konoha. Most likely they would like a 'test subject' to train their skills on. Making some haste he arrived there quickly, still thinking about the events at the hospital. What had even happened there? Who woul dare to attack a hospital of all things? That was just below low. Yet again, they were shinobi, and perhaps they should have seen this coming. But who? Who would want to harm Konoha like this? Maybe they could have prepared better, but for what reason? Noone seemed to actively attempt to harm Konoha. Was it an independant group of rogue shinobi? Was it a strike team from another village?

Arriving at the academy, he was forced to think of something else as he was welcomed by the reception. Coincidentially it was a lady named Sachiko, a recently graduated elite medical nin. Kensuke and her had gotten to know eachother when she was in the final stages of her sturdy, aiding in the hospital, when Kensuke arrived there with a grievous cut from shoulder to hip, barely stopped by his ribs. He had been appointed to Sachiko to watch over, and they had had some thousands of conversations that helped him through the months in the hospital, but also helped him redefine his morals a bit. He was a shinobi after all.

"Good morning Sachiko, congratulations on your graduation!" Kensuke said as lighthearted as he could, with the wounded genin in his arms, the barely succesful mission just completed, and the attack on the hospital on top of that. "Hello Kensuke! It's your fault I graduated, you know. You were a 'difficult case' I treated with succes." She replied with a mischievous grin. "Ah, well, regarding that. One of my genin here, Hyuga Ezuri, got himself a broken shin. I thought I'd be so kind to give one of the students here a chance at graduating too, you know?" He said, for some reason thinking it'd be best to keep the attack on the hospital out of this conversation. Most likely Sachiko would erupt in an explosion of justified rage, and he could miss that for now.

As Sachiko inspected the bleak and unconscious genin, she noticed that the bones were set already and that the bandage had stopped the worst of the bleeding. Regardless, he had suffered from quite some bloodloss, and it showed. "Heh... You have a gift for getting yourself injured. Please don't pass it on to your genin?" She sighed, before taking the genin in her arms. "But he will be healed. Don't worry." She added, shaking her head with a sort of a crooked grin. Kensuke had to admit, he was a repeating visitor of the hospital. "You have my thanks." He added, starting to turn around, as she sent him a begging look. "You aren't staying to see how the students will do?" Kensuke knew there was more behind this, but also knew that there was not much more behind this. Sachiko was a very social person, as in, extremely social, and sitting on a chair all day talking to the rare visitors of the academy probably bored her to no end. "Allright allright! I can stay a little while longer." He responded, remembering he had sent the rest of his squad to their homes.

Following Sachiko into the classroom/hospital room hybrids he shrugged and smiled sheepishly as he saw all the genin and chuunin here for medical ninjutsu training look up to him as Sachiko introduced him with generous words. He felt the need to correct her statements, but she never gave him the chance. She put the unconscious Hyuga on the table and immediately all the students were serious again. Kensuke, fading into the background as he leaned against a pillar, mused that it would be hilarious should the Hyuga genin wake up right now, all the medical nin in training surrounding him with faces analyzing his wounds, and taking turns to heal parts of the wound. Sachiko then approached him with a concerned look which made Kensuke wonder what was wrong. She stretched out her hand and healed a nasty but not particulary life threatening nor really obstructive scratch he had sustained from the falling sickle of the bandit he had killed. "You should at least try to get hurt less often..." She told him, before going back to her office at the entrance. Oh great. Even a scratch was enough to unleash Sachiko's motheryly instincts all over him.
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Gyuki,
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Midori's Tummy Monster.


Midori would hear a scoff. The beast was laying on his stomach, his head resting on his arms as he conversed with her. ''Let me take over the clone.'' He told her. It sounded more like an order than an actuall suggestion or proposal. But he had his own reasons for that. Slowly opening his eyes, Gyuki spoke once more. ''Though with this sad state you are in, the clone will not be anything better. But I can do.. some satisfying actions.'' The Tailed Beast waited for Midori's reaction.

The clone that was created with ink flawlessly formed into Midori. Making use of the action as well that Midori would likely not prevent him, Gyuki quickly took over control. The clone seemed to be a bit confused. The touch of the air outside always felt like a relieve. Only for the thought to come up later. He wasn't free. With her back turned to Deidara and Midori, the ink clone of Midori didn't move at first. The poison was annoying. But Gyuki had anticipated that it would make it less easy to move around. The area suddenly felt like there was some heavy pressure leaning on everybody. Turning around, the ink clone rammed a fist towards Deidara. Due his state, he wouldn't be able to dodge the sudden attack, combined with the brief amount of killing intent that would take everybody by surprise. But the ink clone wasn't aiming to hurt Deidara. That was just something Gyuki would enjoy. It was to drive Deidara away from Midori.

Speaking, the ink clone had the same voice as Midori. ''First we need to find a way to help Reyna.'' Then Midori would hear Gyuki's voice. That and I realized something.... We need to talk later, Midori. For now the clone would provide some back up. But Gyuki was aware that the poison wouldn't allow him to control the clone without some empowering chakra. However, it was a risk worth it. Else he could always make Midori spin some lie.

Or else...

Take over and tell it himself.~
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Kirigakure, graveyard
Kichiro Kakurenbo, Team Shun


Unusually for the Village Hidden in the Mist the skies were perfectly clear for once. The odd songbird whistled in the background while the wind played with the grass. As the sealed casket was slowly lowered into the grave, sunlight reflected off it's black polished surface for the last time.

Such a poor dramatisation, Kichiro mused, it should have been raining for a scene like this. However if he was honest he preferred the sun lit funeral. Bright and cheery fit his mentor far better.

"Goodbye Sensei." his teammate intoned softly. For once Mahiro had left his distinctive heavy armour behind, clad in sollemn black like the rest of the funeral-goers. It was honestly a bit confusing to see the giant boy without at least one large obvious piece of metal on him. Kichiro glanced over at his other teammate, the silent Harumi. She too was dressed formally for the occasion. Far too formal, he reflected. As a relation of his sensei stepped up to cast the first bit of earth down into the grave, Kichiro confided in his teammates.

"This is wrong." he said simply.

"... Sensei's dead Kichiro." Mahiro replied. Kichiro faltered but continued on.

"I know and we are not seeing her off properly." he said. Mahiro's eyes flashed dangerously, but he carried on.

"Think about how Ryoko-sensei acted, how she was, what she would have wanted. Look around here. Black, depressed, muted? I propose we return here once the official proceedings have been completed and then truly say our goodbyes, like we want to say them and how we want to say them. For me that will be festively, in full colour and splendour." he said quietly. While he wanted to wave and jump about with full emphasis on certain words, he respected the other funeral-goers saying goodbye in their own way.

"You're batshit insane." Mahiro replied and Harumi nodded once in agreement. Kichiro did not care in the slightest.

"I am me, and to close on this note feels like an insult ratter than a gesture of respect." he said uncharacteristically seriously. For the first time since their Sensei died, Mahiro smiled genuinely even as tears still rolled down his face.

"I never said I disagreed." the swordsman said.
The sun had just cleared the horizon when they returned the following day, shining down on fresh wisps of the mist that gave the village its name. To the surprise of both boys, Harumi was actually the one that brought Sake.

"See that sensei, your ploy to corrupt her has finally paid off." Mahiro said jovially to the gravestone. His armour clinked as he raised his glass in a toast.

"Indeed. Our fair maiden, now at last fallen to decadence and corruption through your loving influence. Who knows what depths she will steep to now that she is no longer fettered by chains of morality or good taste." Kichiro added as he placed one foot forward, leaned back and held out his cup like the world's greatest pearl as he too toasted. Harumi hid herself between her broad rimmed hat and the high collar of her brown great-coat.

"S'wrong." she defended herself quietly as she toasted as well. The three drained their cups in unison, and promptly made their tastes known in unison.

"EYEEURGH!"

"Definitively an acquired taste." Kichiro managed, as he hopped back on a single leg.

"And now I understand why Dad forbade me to touch this stuff." Mahiro agreed through teary eyes.

"Sensei... liked this?" Harumi asked in confusion.

"Apparently drank it like water." Mahiro said. A short silence descended over the three of them.

"Now THIS is goodbye Sensei. For real this time, no formal corset to force us into unnatural poses. From the bottom of my heart, from my true being... from the actor behind the mask. Fare thee well where ever your journey takes you now. I did not forget your lesson, rather than say in grief that you are no more I will live in joy that you once were." Kichiro bowed deeply to the grave.

Harumi stepped up next, and silently poured the remaining sake over the grave. "It's the circle of life... but it still hurts."

"I'm not the smartest. I'm not... that good with words like Kichiro is." Mahiro said next, as he struggled with the words. With a wordless angry scream he suddenly punched the ground.

"I can't. Just have you leave like that. You were supposed to be invincible damnit!" he raged. Exchanging a brief look, Kichiro and Harumi simultaneously laid their hands on his shoulder. Said shoulders shook as Mahiro sank to his knees.

It was quite some time before they finally left the graveyard.
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Asami Sanosuke
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Sitting in her room, Asami watched the crystal ball. It revealed the images of what was happening with Midori and her team. They were acting like Asami had anticipated. First they weren't able to directly react to their situation. But soon it seemed that they had decided to let Reyna chase after the bird. It surprised Asami a bit. They had put up all their hopes on the least experienced genin of the team. Quite a mistake, but Asami wasn't interested in Reyna's actions. Michi would keep that genin busy. Her main goal was Midori. Of course, Deidara had to help Midori. But he was poisoned as well, thus he wouldn't be much of help. The poison would only grow worse as time would pass.

Then she noticed what was very strange, but also interesting. The telescope technique revealed through the mist that Midori performed a technique. The Ink Clone technique? Asami leaned forward, her attention now all focused on what would happen. Michi had once reported that Midori had been trained by a clone. Which was very weird. A clone that could perform a technique the original couldn't. That and hopefully now Asami could see if the report of Michi was right. The ink clone seemed to be normal. Only then turning around to try to attack Deidara. Leaning back, Asami knew enough.

The report of that Midori had been trained by Gyuki was now not only true. That girl had found a way on how to provide something even more interesting. She could pass control of a clone to the Eight tails. A smirk crept on Asami's lips. Then slowly she started to laugh. Very soon she would close her grip on Midori. And when that time would come, she would have her answers. Now it was time to also pay attention to those who were close to Midori. To ensure nobody would ruin her plans!
Michi
Asami's delivery of doom!,

Luring Reyna away.


The speed would have surprised Michi. Only the sparrow had already take to the air when Deidara had summoned a mist. The sparrow wasn't deadly in combat, so it had to use his wits to survive combat situations. Flying higher to get out of the mist, the sparrow noticed Reyna. ''Is that all? I have seen snails who were faster than you.'' Michi tjirped. Normally, Michi wouldn't resort to trash talk like that. But he knew that he had to lure away Reyna. The farther away the better. Making a turn in the air, Michi was heading towards the east. Hopefully Reyna would follow Michi or else both Deidara and Midori wouldn't receive the antidote. A hospital wouldn't be an option after all. Lady Asami had arranged that both the poisoned friends and team members of Reyna wouldn't get any help there. They wouldn't even be allowed into the building.

All because Lady Asami wanted to get her answers. And Michi would give it his all to make sure he would be off help!
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The day started at fifteen past six exactly. It was when her alarm went off and she had to force herself out of bed. Before the clock would strike thirty she had to be out of the house and on her way to get fresh bread. Nami tied her hair up into a loose bun as she sneaked past the two other children that were sleeping in the room with her. Their open eyes, woken up by the ringing sound of the alarm clock, were the only things that followed her before they would close again after verifying that she was the only thing that had disturbed the chamber. Nami didn't smile at them and slipped into the hallway without making a sound.

He didn't like it when they made noise in the morning.

Besides the rest needed to sleep. Carefully Nami closed the wooden door behind her. There was a fault in the door and it had to be pulled up a bit before you could actually close it. In the two year she had lived here it had become second nature. Her hand left the door handle almost solemnly as if she was leaving something behind and she walked with quick light steps through the misty streets of Kirigakure. Though it was hard to see Nami navigated without a problem through the small alleyways.

Soon she had acquired the bread and was on her way back. Breakfast had to be served latest at seven fifteen because the others needed to go to the Academy. Classes started at eight.

Nami was greeted by Hotaru, her tiny little stepsister. She was wearing flowerpins in her jumpy brown hair today and their petals moved in the soft breeze when Nami entered the living room. Hotaru was busy putting the plates and glasses on the table. Soon the rest would come tumbling in. They would eat breakfast and leave to do the business of their day. Normally she would stay in later, she was the oldest, next to Father of course, so she would clean the house.

But not today.

Father entered the kitchen were Nami was slicing the bread in managable parts and placed his hand on her head. Nami, who knew it was he who had entered, smiled slightly and looked up. A pair of slightly dopey eyes greeted her. They were stark grey. She owed those eyes so so much. He was the father she never had. He was the man that helped her grow. He was the one that took care of her now even though she still had to fend for herself. But she had a home now and she couldn't begin to explain how good it was to have a home. And he was the one who had given her that. It was something that could not be repaid.

"Yes Father?" She asked him politely. Always respect Father, that was rule number one in the house and everyone knew it.

"Go join the others Nami." He said. "Today I'll serve breakfast."

Nami stared to him for a second. What should she say? She was never to argue with the man, but this was... She placed her knife down and nodded before wiping her hands on her apron. "Yes Father." She said and left the room.

They were all there. The four children that had arrived into this home together with her. They all sat up straight and were waiting. There was some jibbering between Toru and Fushimi, the small boys of eleven were always poking fun of each other. Yukio was way to young to understand so he just watched them. He was only six after all. They all fell silent however when Nami entered and gave her a questioning look. She told them breakfast would come soon and sat down without saying anything else.

Yesterday she had gotten the message that she had a team now. She was a Genin that was part of a Team now. How strange. Father had told her that she had to do her best and Nami was going to follow that order. She had to do better then her best. But he also told her something else. Something concerning the way she always knew which people were in the room. It was to be their secret and she was not to tell anyone. So she promised of course. She would always promise. If Father didn't want anyone to know that that was fine. She had always kept it a secret.

They ate the breakfast Father made and cleaned the house together as a real father and daughter. They were chatting and drank tea at eleven. When that was done he even walked her to the door and smiled to her. This was a big step, was what he said. He wished her good luck. Nami couldn't help but smile and feel proud. He had so much faith in her while she didn't even have that herself. How could he be so sure when she wasn't even sure herself? It felt good, having someone believe in you like that.

Then she left the house. There was still quite a bit of time before she had to be with her new team and so she had asked Father if it was okay if she visited Nagi before that. He had said that that was fine and happy Nami started a jog towards the cemetary where her brother was burried. He was not really burried there but Father had set up a stone. He had done that for her so she could visit her brother when she wanted to. Again she felt that wave of gratitude.

The graveyard was quite empty today even though the sun tried to brighten the place by pushing all the clouds aside. In the distance she could see three teenagers drinking at a grave. She didn't wonder who they had lost since she really didn't care. Sighing she sat down before Nagi grave and pulled her knees up to her chest. She stared to the name ingraved in white stone and pondered. Nagi had always been different from her and she wondered if - might he was watching now - if he would approve. He better, she thought.

This was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
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Kira Sami


Rini tried to use a technique to assist Sho as he advanced toward Kira, but somehow managed to mess up. The short kid was sent sprawling underneath Kira, allowing her to land safely. The wind technique was mostly blocked by her own teammate, but Kira felt some of the impact just before landing, which pushed her a bit further back than she had planned to land. But she sustained no damage, so all she had to do was keep note that Rini had some range to her offense. As soon as she touched down, she ducked low and pulled her sword partway out of the sheath. By yanking again with the wire that had the fuuma shuriken, she got it to wrap past the handle of her blade, making the wire shorter. In this same motion, she also spun around to face Sho, using her rotation as well as the yank on the wire to bring the fuuma shuriken back around. In the short path, it moved faster, bringing it across and slicing through the water whip he sent her way. Kira had already analyzed the situation before the battle had even begun. The red-haired kid is the bigger threat. With the water whip dispatched, Kira gave a brief hop, to allow the wire to pass under her to bring the fuuma shuriken around for a second pass at Sho. But this time, she advanced toward him to bring him in range of the arc. While it would seem that she was completely ignoring Rini, the truth wasn't that far off. She was paying attention, since she knew she was between two foes, but the majority of her focus was on the hyper-offensive Sho.
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Hoshi Miwa


Listening to the Amekage's words, Hoshi looked with somewhat surprise when Eiji tried to object. She was aware him and Yoshikuni had been in the same team for quite some time now, but she wasn't too sure if he should've let that cloud his judgement so easily. He should've realised what was at risk here. After Ryoku made it clear that Eiji needed to go bring her, he gave Hoshi the order to go and set things up "Will do, Ryoku-sama." She said and headed out with the two jounin, and soon enough about 40 jounins would come with her, some to aid the ANBU that were trying to keep the Yonbi at its place, and some to help in sealing the beast into Yoshikuni. She wondered what made Ryoku choose her out of all the genin, but she figured he had his reasons "We will be able to begin setting up in a couple of minutes. All those who need to go help the ANBU, increase your speed and go help them. We need to make sure the Yonbi cannot go beyond the barrier, and we will need to have another way of making it stay still." Hoshi said, and 15 out of the 40 jounins would jump ahead.

"The ones going to aid the barrier, make sure to be ready to use anything you can to try and make the Yonbi stop in its place." Hoshi instructed, and five other people left the group as they moved faster. After a couple other minutes there would be 8 people on the barrier, and after letting some of the shinobi into the barrier, A few would do earth jutsus, attempting to force the Yonbi to stay in its spot by blocking its legs with an earth sphere that closed around the legs.
Yoshikuni Sadako


She was ready. She was definetly ready. Kuni raised her hands and formed the first seal to a jutsu before she was suddenly stopped by Eiji, who apologized to her and told her that they needed to go and that she will get a chance to fight some other time. She kicked the ground before noticing the strange smile Eiji made "Is everything alright, Eiji?" She asked as he begin leading her somewhere, and soon enough they were both outside of the building. She wondered what was going on and noticed a couple of jounins running out of the village and jumping away in the direction Eiji was leading her, making her even more confused.
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Deidara Yuhiko


Watching as Midori created the Ink clone was somewhat surprising to him. He didn't know she could do that. But before he could begin speaking, the clone came at him and punched him, making him stumble back. He wiped his cheek, feeling a bit of blood on it, and then looked at the clone. He knew Midori considered him to be a good friend, and she would never hurt her friends or family. But that didn't mean the Hachibi felt the same "So, you can take control over her clone. I can't help but wonder how that works, but nevermind that for now." He whispered to the clone before looking at Midori and moving back nect to her "Also, nice to finally meet you, in an indirect way. Guess I will go ahead and do the same." Deidara said before doing a few seals and spitting out water from his mouth.

The water would form a second Deidara which stood next to the Ink clone of Midori, who then looked at it for a second before heading out, aiming to reach Renya and aid her. The clone didn't feel the full effect of the poison, but it still had a slightly blurry vision and somewhat weakened senses, making it a bit difficult to find Renya as he searched for her and Michi.

The real Deidara looked at Midori and then her Ink clone "So, any other ideas? Unless you want to punch me again." He said with a slight annoyed tone, wondering what would make the Hachibi want to punch him in the first place.
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Tsubasa Kokoro

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Odd would be the word that Tsubasa would use to describe the way her day had gone so far. Being summoned to Meisa’s office, only to have her instruct her to go and train with Fushichō. Tsubasa wasn’t surprised that she knew, but she as more surprised by the fact that she was ordered to train. Stepping into her small apartment, Tsubasa worked the transportation scroll off her waist and settled it on the floor. Placing her hand at the center of the scroll. To be honest she was excited, but if Fushichō or Meisa caught wind of that she would probably regret thinking it. Releasing the scroll Tsubasa disappeared in a cloud of smoke, trying her best to hider her excitement.

Music

As the smoke cleared, Tsubasa could see the morning just entering the cave with the light glow of the bright orange sun. Deflecting off the sun below, giving the cave a slight glow of the morning sky. Her feet sinking into the sand lightly as she put weight on them, Tsubasa stood up from her crouching position. Looking around a faint smile on her face grew. This place was like a second home to her, where she was introduced to new concepts as well as ways to control her chakra. Looking ahead of her, she saw the next intended place for Tsubasa to visit. A long hallway, with seemingly more etchings on the walls along it stood before the young woman. On a tombstone to the left of the entrance, lay an odd garment Tsubasa didn’t quite recognize for a second. It was a hooded cloat, with no sleeves and an odd scar on it. Picking it up she noticed that it would fit into her armor well. It was the deep crimson that the last one was, as well as the golden trim that seemed to mimic the subtle golden glow of the carvings. The designed were slightly different from the ones on the walls, but only with more sweeping arcs and feather-like details. “This must have been the reason, she asked for a sketching of the new armor breast plate when I created it.” A giggle faint could be heard from within the tunnel. Tsubasa straightened her back as peered down that way, seeing a small silhouette grow larger as it moved closer. Figuring she couldn’t wear the garb without layering it under her armor, she began to unfasten her breastplate and belt.

“Is the garb to thine liking? I’m quite proud of thy work on it. The designs are rather…. novel.” Fushichō leaned up against the one of the walls eyeing the carvings with a faint expression of longing. Her fingers were stains with the same golden reflective material as on the walls and the cloak. Tsubasa slowly slipped the cloak on and straightened out the fabric across her body. “Their very organic. Very free form and original. I’m more interested in how the robes integrate with my armor though. I may just have to take this back with me….” Fuchichō smirked and stepped toward the taller woman. Tsubasa looked the phoenix’s human form up and down, taking note of her bust and hip size with a hidden envy. “If thou passes thine next test, thou art welcome to take them.” She said looking at her student with a determined face smirk. Tsubasa could exactly place why, but she found the comment reassuring.

Turning around, Fushichō gestured Tsubasa to follow as her hair began to flare with a white light. “Today, thou shalt look on these walls and meditate on the ideas of permanence, reclamation, and rebirth. How does the energy and ideas of the past affect the present? Is anything actually permanent? I shalt meet thee at the end. Take thine time, my student.” As she finished her speech, her aura settled and she retained her bird form. Flapping her wings, she quickly flew down the long hallway slipping out of Tsubasa’s sight.

Looking to the wall closest to her, she quickly recognized the mural. It was the same illustration she had seen in the ruins, about the small, but prosperous society living in harmony among the phoenixes. Eyeing the next mural, she noticed that the phoenixes and the robed humans separated instead of together or intertwined like in the murals before. The humans seemed to be huddling over a small symbol. It looked like an odd, black summoning circles with a stick figure human at the center. The phoenixes appeared to exhibiting gestures of sorrow, as they seemed to follow the sun. In the next mural, we finally saw a full picture of the main city of the society. Built at the summit of a small mountain, their walls seemed to be built tall with small gates and elevators around. Flying toward the sunset, the phoenixes flew off into the sunset, still sharing gestures of sorrow and sadness. The human’s robes changed to a dark, blackened color with a white trim as the seemed to be constructing something along the city walls. In the next mural it showed the city being lifted into the air by large, black machines on the city walls as it flew toward the sea, leaving a large crater in the mountain. The only thing that remained was a large tower with the same designs as the murals, seemingly of the phoenixes. The machines on the side of the now floating city gave off large plumes of smoke and dust, as it continued toward the sea. In the next mural, it showed the city sinking into the sea, staining the water black around it.

The next mural seemed different from the others, drawn with more swooping and fluid style. Just from the siding alone, Tsubasa could tell that a different artist had drawn this. It showed a lone phoenix descending from the sun and flew over its previous home. Only the very top of the tower was visible, as the rest was covered with a large glacier. The majority of the crater had been eroded away by the glacier, excepting one corner of it making a new peak for the mountain. Around the peak had formed a small collection of clouds that seemed to remain to mask the peak. The phoenix settled itself upon this peak and waited.

The next mural was oddly enough the same excepting one difference. Next to the singular phoenix was an odd glowing light, which seemed to be depicted with a crystal in the mural. It gave no explanation of the crystal.

The next mural was also an artistic departure from the previous murals. At the center stood a man wearing an odd necklace with six tomoe and rippled purple eyes. One of the tomoe was aglow with the colors of a flame with golden trim. Tsubasa knew the man in the mural only from legend and seemingly from her teacher. The mural was of the Sage of the Six Paths, however he seemed younger than he was usually depicted in legends it also showed that the only tomoe made in color was a black and white one at the opposite end of the necklace. He also seemed to be missing several of his sacred items. In the four corners of the mural, it showed him in several different situations. One showed him sliding down a sand dune while the intense rays of the sun beamed down on him. The next showed him walking through a dark cave, his eyes glowing in the darkness. Tsubasa soon realized that he was going through the same trials she had been going through with Fushichō. The next trial showed him meditating in the center of a circle, seemingly with small flames surrounding him. The trial after than showed him trudging through the snow in a blizzard, but his eyes were no longer aglow as they were in all the other trials. She found it odd, but it appeared that his eyes were closed and…. Bleeding?

The next mural was much like the previous except the man at the center was different. His hair was black and he had a pair of sharingan. An Uchiha had been here however in the first trial it only showed a tombstone with a scarf. A bitter feeling sunk into Tsubasa’s stomach as she stared at the other blank trials and thought back to the tombstones she had seen up to this point. Continuing to look around at the other murals, with their tombstones dotting the trials. A Sarutobi, an Uzumaki, Naru, Aburame, Amagiri, Hyūga, Inuzuki, Shimaru and a list of other names that Tsubasa didn’t recognize. They all came and fell at some point in the trials. All excepting herself and the Sage… As she looked ahead down the tunnel she did not see any more murals and the ending of the tunnel. Turning her head to the last mural, Tsubasa gasped a bit.

On the first trial, the subject of the painting skated along the sands, avoiding large fireballs. Her long hair flowing along in the wind. The second trial showed her standing with her large sword in hand, yelling at the darkness. The next two trials were clear… with nothing drawn in them. Looking at the young woman in the center of the mural, Tsubasa saw herself. Her vibrant pink eyes and hair. Her sleekly designed armor and blades, glowing gold and silver. The maroon sash on her waist. The fitted robes and hood given to her. Tsubasa was moved by the fact that she was on the wall at all. There was something different about the mural though. The designs seemed to mimic her cloak’s, with sweeping golden trim and the new added color of silver. Tsubasa looked above her own head in the mural to find a fifth trial… She was sitting on the side of the mountain with her hands held together, with burning wings sprouting from her back. They were small and kind of hard to distinguish from just simple flame. Tsubasa also noted something on her own face. She was crying.

“Thou gaveth until it pained you and sought more. Your presence changes the stakes of all the challenges. You’st appear to thee as an ever-changing thing.” Fushicho said standing behind Tsubasa. She surprised and startled, Tsubasa tried to turn around but stumbled as she shifted her weight. Falling back against her own mural, she looked up at her white haired teacher. “Fu-F….Fush?” She calmly knelt down in front of her, lightly brushing Tsubasa’s bangs out of her face. “Thou art about to begin the hardest trial. Thou may feel pain beyond imagining or experience something wonderful… which one I can not say…” She said as stood up and slipped her hand down Tsubasa’s chin. Gesturing to help Tsubasa up, Tsubasa took the hand and slowly stood up and looked down on the bustier ‘female.’ Tsubasa looked toward her teacher with a worried look. “I’d be lying if I said I liked pain… but is this all really necessary? I’m just here to learn… I don’t need fancy murals or paintings.”[b] Fushichō smiled a bit, only to have it sink a bit after thinking about what was to come. Placing a hand on her shoulder and directing toward the exit of the tunnel, Fushichō’s changed to something more chipper. “ The fact that thou see thineself as nothing more than that is exactly why thou deserves to be upon that wall. Thine predecessors only saw thee as a means to an end, to attain glory and etch thine names upon the walls of time. Of course, they got what they wished and soon perished for they lacked something. Something I have not been able to name nor should it be. It can’t be taught, but it can be honed.” Walking through the threshold of the tunnel, Tsubasa’s eyes slowly adjusted to the small amount of light within the chamber. The large circular chamber seemed to extend upward toward the sky with an open top that let small bits of sunlight into the tall chamber. “Welcome to Megalis, last remaining relic of a long lost civilization. Settle in here and meditate. Think on everything thou hath learned from thine past visits. Then let everything drop away for a while and simply think on thine breathing. Then… when thou feels that thou art ready, try and pull in what energy thou feels surrounds thee. If this is a success, join thee at the top.” Fushichō said in a low tone before taking her bird form and flying to the top of Megalis. Tsubasa’s brow furrowed, but she settled herself at the center of the chamber and began to breath.

Moar Music

Calmly closing her eyes, Tsubasa began to slow down her breathing and considered what she had done so far. First she met Fushichō atop the summit of the mountain where she learned to use one of her most used abilities. It was peculiar but she recalled that she taught her about energy and how it mimicked love. Small bits of dust began to swept up in the light breeze that seemed to be working it’s way around Tsubasa. After her meeting on the mountain, she met Fushichō in the desert below where she avoided her fire as she crossed the expanse of sand. Once in the oasis she learned about how interconnected the world was, despite what people wished to believe. The lands, the villages, and Kage, all followed the same rules or… rhythm. The small breeze began to pick up and became more of a gust, moving Tsubasa’s bangs and robes about with the same circular flow. Then she stepped into the dark caves of the mountain, looking at the old ruins and facing a beast that made her shiver just by thinking about it. She learned the potential of fear as well as its weaknesses. The wind continued to pick up, beginning to whistle as it picked up speed, throwing Tsubasa’s hair and cloth about as she remained completely still. Finally she came here and learned of who came before her. First the civilization and then all the other students. All lost to their own hubris and unable or unwilling to simply listen and attempt to understand. She began to think on what Fushicho said to her at the beginning of the hallway. First the civilization that sank into the see. They seemed to forget the teachings of the phoenix and perished because of it. Then the other students lost themselves because they saw the teachings as a means to an end. It all seemed so simple at the time, but all together it seemed to point toward something larger. The wind continued to wiz around Tsubasa until… she finally heard it. It was faint, but it seemed to be coming from the top of Megalis… no. Farther than the top. She could almost sense it at the summit, pulsing with some kind of beat. Each beat resonating across the mountain and hitting her with the little energy it had left. Bump… Bump… Tsubasa could feel something else around her apart from the bumping energy of the peak and the wind. It was like a weight, pushing at her at all sides. It felt familiar and new all at the same time, rippling with the bumping and circling with the wind. As she inhaled, it contoured against her body and was slowly pushed away as she exhaled. She felt it tingle on her skin either from it’s warm or cold touch. She could not tell which. Soon an idea popped into Tsubasa’s head, which was all too tempting to try. Taking a deep breath, Tsubasa allowed a large amount of natural energy to enter her body.

Even Moar Music

Tsubasa began to feel warmer, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. All of her senses began to feel stronger. She could hear the exact points where the wind whistled. She could feel it run through her hair and fingers more ‘vividly.’ She could smell what remained of the morning dew on the sands. Her heart pumped loudly in her chest as she continued to breath as though she was meditating. Slowly standing up, Tsubasa opened her eyes and was surprised by what she saw. She was ablaze. Her hair, her robes, her armor, her body all engulfed in flame. Though surprised, Tsubasa was not scared. A large grin grew across her face as she looked to the top of Megalis. The wind still swirling around her, Tsubasa began to channel chakra to the back of her boots. Releasing them in a constant burst, Tsubasa was leaned forward and she began to move around the chamber in a circle, mimicking the wind. As she picked up speed, Tsubasa’s grin developed into a large smile. She had never gone this fast before, and she couldn’t help but feel that she could do even more. Channeling more chakra into the back of her breastplate, she looked toward the walls. Jumping toward the wall, Tsubasa places both her boots against the stonewalls and released the chakra on her back in another consistent burst. Riding the walls, Tsubasa slowly began ascending the large tower of Megalis, leaving a scorched path as she went. Tsubasa felt like she had almost and unlimited supply of chakra, but as she started to reach the top, she began to feel something else. Finally reaching the top, Tsubasa was flung from her circular motion and skid across the stone platform at the top of Megalis. Looking on in shock, Fushichō yelled out. “Stop!” Confused, Tsubasa could feel something literally burn off of her but she couldn’t tell what. Normalizing her breath, the flames quickly subsided and suddenly, Tsubasa felt extremely weak. Dropping to a knee, she began to pant. Fushichō quickly rushed over and hugged Tsubasa. It was then that Tsubasa finally realized when had burned off of her.

She felt weaker, not just because she exerted herself, but in total weaker. She had burned away an eighth of her chakra capacity. Just gone in an instant. Looking around, Tsubasa noticed a small crystal ball at the center of a large door. It showed no indication as to where the door went and the door had no markings apart from the crease where the two stone slab doors met. Looking down at Fushichō, Tsubasa noticed that she was crying and mumbling the same phrase. “Not to her… Please not to her…” Tsubasa slowly wrapped her hands around, Fushichō. [b]“F-Fushichō?”
Tsubasa said timidly. Trying to pull herself together Fushichō wiped her eyes on a bit of Tsubasa’s now charred robes. “Thoust hath attempted to enter Sage mode, but it would seem, despite everything we have done, thou doth not have the ability.” She sniffled a bit and looked Tsubasa in the eyes with a serious face. “Thou shalt never attempt that again and I am afraid…” She paused looking down at Tsubasa’s chest, clenching the robes on the chestplate. “Thou shall not be able to enter the next trial. I would not have you risk your life as you just did again.” Tsubasa didn’t quite understand what she just did or rather what she did wrong. “W-was it something I did? Was the stance wrong or… maybe I missed something in the tunnel… I-I could try again or…” Fushichō put a finger to Tsubasa’s lips and shook her head, tears starting to build in her eyes again. “Thou were perfect… One of the best… thou reminded thee of him so much, but… Thou lack something that cannot be given. Thine chakra reserves were too small. I suspected that you may be able to achieve it by mastering thine chakra control, but…” Her voice began to break. “Thou…” She buried her head into Tsubasa’s chest as she began to sob, her moans echoing through Megalis. Tsubasa sat with Fushichō in her arms, trying to think of what to say, but… no words came to her.
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Gyuki,
The Eight Tails, Hachibi.


The ink clone of Midori, threw a glare towards Deidara. He said nothing back. He had nothing to say against such an inferior live form. He just wanted Deidara to stay away from Midori. Noticing that the boy made a water clone, Gyuki felt the need to scoff. The fact he could move better in a clone body was due the quantity and quality of his chakra. It empowered the technique, to the point that he could move a bit better. To see Deidara trying the same made Gyuki think even lower of the boy. Midori. We need to get out of this mist. That and your friend needs to shut up. We're in a situation that we aren't aware who or what is around us. Neither of us are sensors, remember? Gyuki spoke in Midori's mind. He had no intention to co-operate with other humans, nobody else than Midori. That and the poison is going to become annoying. Even my chakra can't withhold it for that long. We need to get back to that place of yours. Gyuki advised her. The only part he left out was that Deidara couldn't get any help of his chakra.

Probably they would have to find a way to drag him over there, though Gyuki wouldn't mind if they would leave him. It wasn't like he was of any value to Gyuki.
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Hiron Hon,
Konohagakure Jounin | Team 9

Rallying the team.


Hiron had heard the news of Miharu's capture. Then it went a bit wrong. But he kept himself calm and cool. There was no need for him to also command people around. All he did was to rally his team. Indirectly he would keep his team together as well trying to aid to the situation. Only problem was that he already had gained a reply back. Masami was kept back at the Hyuuga Compound. Of course, the Hyuuga clan had just to irk him. Grumbling, Hiron's mood was already dropping.

Now he was waiting in front of the main gate, for his other two students. It wasn't a meeting he had set up, but he was sure that he had made sure it was needed for them to gather up as soon as possible. Thinking about what they are going to do, Hiron realized that he would have to watch out what he was going to say. Revealing too much information wouldn't be good for either him or them. Placing his right hand on the hilt of his tanto, Hiron briefly checked if he could draw the weapon quickly. Putting it back, he wondered again if his students would show up soon. Time was of the essence now.
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