[center][h1][color=Gold]Akio Tendou[/color][/h1][/center]

As Mister Spodes went up, Akio prepped to unleash her electric payload, but the sudden death of the goo-filled construct instantly made her cancek the jutsu, looking around with her eyes to see where the attack had come from. Moments after Aoi had asked her question, Akio saw the culprit, a man in atrench cloak and gas mask who repelled all of the attacks on the cloaked assailant. At first Akio was going to atrack again, but then a group of shinobi apoeared, all dressed in the same uniform, and more importantly, all of them wearing the armband of the 11th corps. [i]Is this a coup d'etat . . .shit, we don't have time for this, the Hokage in trouble and that takes priority[/i] When Katsu Hyuuga appeared, Akio was already moving past him, giving only the briefest of summaries.

"The Hokage is beimg targetted and the 11th corps is somehow involved, so stop standing around and lets get to the Hokage before it's too late."

Akio lept off after the assailant, sprinting as fast as she could towards the town square, all the while keeping an eye out for any movement from the 20 onlooking 11th corp members that she could see, as well as the unknown multitudes watching from the shadows. On the way she noticed Saburo facing off against Daiki and some other guy, clenching her teeth in anger but choosing not to dwell on it right now. At her current speed, she'd arrive at the square shortly before Yamato and Yuna, but just like them, she'd probably be too late to do anything.

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[center][h1][color=DarkOrange]Tatsuya Kajiya-Terumi[/color][/h1][/center]

After getting the his group to the safe zones, Tatsuya had gone back to the square to make sure tgat everyone had been evacuated from the area. Instead, however, he found himself in the last place he wanted to be, as he saw the Hokage being smashed into the platform, then tortured by the cloaked figure from before. When she turned her head towards the plaza, she'd see Tatsuya standing in the plaza, frozen in fear and shaking like a twig in a thunderstorm as he saw the Hokage brought down to duch a sorry state. Every fiber of his body was telling him to run, that this person was far beyond his ability to handle. [i]I'm going to die[/i] he thought with a sobering finality, his heart besting at such a furious tempo in his chest, he was sure that it'd burst out if his chest.

But despite how afraid he was, he couldn't turn his back on the sight of his leader in trouble, couldn't just leave him in this time of need. So he drew Ketsui and took a stance, the blade shaking in his fearful hands as he stared down the cloaked figure, a cold sweat dripping down his back. If he was going to die today, he'd rather do so with his swordbin hand, facing the enemy instead of fleeing from them. That being said, he wasn't stupid enough to initiate any form of attack, he'd only react if the assailant made an action against him or the Hokage, and it'd probably be the last thing he ever did.

As he stood there, his thoughts turned to his family, to his father, his mother, even his bitch of a sister. The thought that he might never see them again sent a new kind of fear coursing through his veins. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to put his family through that kind of pain. His shaking reached a fever pitch as he almost gave into his baser instincts and ran away . . . but then his gaze fel. down on the Ketsui, the blade he'd forgrd with his own hands, the blade that had gotten him into this life in the first place. He rembered the years of blood, sweat and tears he'd shed to get here, the pride he'd felt for himself when he finally made it. He'd put his all into choosing this life, knowing the risks that came with it, and he wasn't about to shame himself or his family name by running away like a coward when those risk arose.

His breathing slowed, the shaking settled, and he looked back up at the cloaked figure with a fierce, look of determination. [i]As long ad I have this blade, I will face anything that comes my way, even death, head-on. That is my ninja way, and it shall never be broken.[/i] He may have been so afraid for his life now that he could barely stand it, but he was going to face it like a true shinobi would, with honor and dignity. If death were to take him tonight, he'd try his damnedest not make it easy.

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