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[color=00FA9A][h2]Yuna Hōjō[/h2][/color]
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[color=00FA9A][i][b]"Do not fret my dear. Mother is here."[/b][/i][/color]

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Yuna followed Daiki and Yamato(though she didn't know their names) quietly as they made their way towards the direction of where the Hokage and his pursuing assailant ran off to. She kept a watchful eye at everything that was occurring around her. Some first day of work this was. A the sudden thought of her daughter made her heart melt. She was thankful that her daughter was back at the bathhouse and out of harms way. There was no way in hell she'd let her daughter become a ninja when she became of age. 

[color=00FA9A][i]Over my dead body.[/i][/color] 

But alas they continued on further, jumping from rooftop to rooftop as the other ninja around them had the same destination in mind as well. 

[color=9e0039][b]"Stay behind the frontlines, you're the only medical nin on site at the moment so you need to stay alive. If you risk your life, it won't be that person ending it, it'll be me. Understood? Don't go close until we tell you to"[/b][/color], the dark-haired one commanded. 

His threat did little to deter her mature spirit, though she understood what he meant. Without giving him a verbal response, she simply nodded in affirmation to his "request". [color=00FA9A][i]Stay alert, be responsible, play it smart.[/i][/color] When they had finally reached a group of other ninja who looked to be around their same age group, she stood visibly distanced behind them, though glanced at each them equally with an somewhat cold and serious expression that would most definitely make her seem unapproachable or smug. She certainly wasn't trying to appear smug, but her extremely feminine and comely face often looked blank, cold, and distant. But it equally made her seem mysterious and alluring. Though it didn't help that her countenance and personality somewhat matched. It wasn't her place to intervene in their comradeship. That was their "social circle", she assumed. But she couldn't help but notice as the red-headed jonin pulled out his sword. 

She eyed it keenly before they finally moved on. When they had arrived at the scene of the ensuing fight, she stood behind them as they charged in, her keen perception watching like a hawk to every movement that was made. When it was time for her to be of use, she'd jump into action.