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[h2][color=red] D A I K I[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b]D[/b]aiki caught Anemone, his firm grip christening the hilt. Small cuts stung him, one especially bad laid on the side of his head. He ignored it, staring at Saburo with malice. Uchiha Daiki, that name was something he would never recognize as his own. He was never an Uchiha and never would be. He was Daiki Naito, wielder of the Sharingan.  His crimson eyes swirled and for the slightest of moments faltered gold with the unexpected confusion planted inside him. 

[color=red][b] “I[/b] made a mistake. For the first time, I feel like I underestimated my opponent. Goddammit!”[/color] He hadn't expected for Saburo to be so skilled with Madara's gunbai. That much, he was certain. The fact that he could even utilize it with some form of clarity meant Saburo was exceptional. Even among the Uchiha Clan. 

[b]D[/b]aiki slid his hand through his hair, a foul mood gripping him after Saburo had left. He felt bewildered by the 11th Corps part in the chaos  and wanted answers that hadn't be delivered. He felt like he was being toyed around with and that pissed him off more than anything else. So when the Chunin spoke to him, whether causally or simply idiotically, Daiki was quick to rectify him. 

[color=red][b] “A[/b]re you so easily swayed? If you feel that way than stay here and watch from the sidelines. ”[/color] Daiki lept off in the direction the Hokage and Yamato had been in. For some reason, his heart wasn't in the mission as much as it was before. 

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[center][b][color=lightblue][h2]Tsukiya Eguchi.[/h2][/color][/b]
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[color=lightblue] “[b]I hate games.[/b] ”[/color][/center]
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[b]T[/b]sukiya was surprised, if not all together pissed that the Byakugan girl was still alive. He even tried to keep her head intact. What a waste, he thought somberly. He looked beyond the stone ground lying beneath him and at the presence that his jutsu allowed him to sense. Soon they would be out his range, which, whether he liked it or not, was taking its toll on him. He sighed as the purple-haired being released a mechanical fist beneath Yopparai.

It was clear as day; the projectile passing through his chakra-infused space of his dome, he could predict and see its destination. He could feel its presence. Clenching his jaw, he saw what he would have to do and hated it. Snapping his hand out towards Yopparai, he pulled the man up into the air with him, flying off the ground himself as he did so. As the explosion rocked the ground and burst forth, he willed the licking flames and bulging inferno to staid itself. The visible strain took the form of sweat and veins protruding from his temple.

[b]H[/b]e felt his chakra drain and his zone shrink. Before he released it, he pushed the explosion downward, so that it would essential do what Yopporai was intending in the beginning. [color=lightblue][b] “F[/b]uck!”[/color] he growled in frustration, slowly sinking to the ground before releasing his zone and leaving Yopparai to fall from 20ft in the air. They may escape but they would have to deal with the explosive force of that he/she's attack. And with them traveling in the sewers, who knew what gases could be ignited and possibly act as fuel for the fire.