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[h2][color=red] D A I K I[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b]D[/b]aiki pushed his way to the front until he was next to Yamato. On the dais stood the masked figure and beside her, was the pin-cushioned body of the Hokage. The dark-skinned man was stabbed repeated with senbons, thorns of metal protruding from and all around him. The blood that seeped from his corpse pool on the stage before slipping from the edge draining to the floor. Before long, the woman made a handseal and said a jutsu that jogged his memory powerfully.

[color=red][i][b]I[/b]t can’t be…[/i][/color] he thought indecisively. The Hokage’s screams of pain was next to fill the air.  

[color=red][b] “M[/b]ission failed. [b]Tsk![/b] Our Hokage is dead and now we watch as another goes to take his place. His assassin no less.”[/color] he muttered to himself, standing with curiosity acting an anchor.  

The reveal was slow and torturous. He could feel his skin tightening, constricting against itself as his fist clenched. Though his face remained wholly calm, Saburo matter-of-factly declaration of his Uchiha heritage, tacked on with the mission had taken its toll on him. It was pathetic, he thought. That he could be affected by words so easily. It felt like his core had been titled, almost to falling. When the mask slipped from her face and fractured on the floor, the gold of his eyes widened to the point that they lightened. 

[color=red][b] “C[/b]-Captain Ayame.”[/color] His hands unclenched into loose fingers, they twitched once. Every single digit. 

[b]A[/b]yame was fanciful if nothing else. She openly rejected Zeno’s idealism--The Will of Fire—that the village was built upon but ultimate offered nothing but the same. Only, in reverse it seemed. It wasn’t peace that she believed would prosper the village but conflict. He could empathize with her. It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. In a world with peace, evolution would cease and ultimately lead to downfall. But exactly what did she believe she would accomplish?

[b]D[/b]aiki had started to step out, ultimately to question her but Yamato had stepped up a second sooner. The Minamoru heir took a knee and knelt in front of the self-appointed Hokage.  The shock that took root quickly became anger. Unsure if it was from Saburo’s taunting, Ayame’s betrayal, or Yamato’s reaction; Daiki followed his instincts. Two hands snapped out around Yamato’s flak-jacket and drug him off the ground, pulling him with such force that their foreheads thumped against each other. 

[color=red][b] “J[/b]ust what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Huh?”[/color] he asked through gritted teeth. [color=red][b] “B[/b]owing, kneeling to some assassin. She just declared war on the world. Conflict? She wants bloodshed. And you’re agreeing with her.” [/color] His head shook with the dystopian image in his head, though he held tight to Yamato’s green-jacket. 

Then the image shifted, suddenly and without cause. A flash of the truth that he had ignored before. The world that was shaded by the vibrant tree was shattered. The tree was charred black and its crumbling body sent the world even further into chaos.  

[b]T[/b]hen it clicked. It was only Konohagakure that truly sought peace. The world was not so idealistic, even if the rest of the world wanted peace they’d still be prepared for war. Was Konohagakure becoming weak? Hoping to become a beacon to peace and a possible martyr if that beacon didn’t shine bright enough. His grip loosened as he stared beyond The Prodigy. Moments later, he had released Yamato completely and looked towards Ayame. By this time, news of the attack was spreading through the village, slowly but surely. 

[color=red][b] “... N[/b]evermind, ”[/color] he whispered softly, defeated.

[b]D[/b]aiki took the moment to look behind him at the crowd. So many of them were looking, were they awaiting for his decision. Yamato had chosen to accept this new, unorthodox ascension to the mantle. His felt his brows smooth as his answer formed and solidified in his head. It was moments in history like these that defined a generation

[b]H[/b]is hand fell over his heart as he bowed his head to her and took a knee. The Naito was loyal to Konoha, not Zeno. Whichever way the branches would twist and tighten, they would follow the path beneath it. At least, that was what he repeated to himself. Inside, there was a part of him that dreaded his actions. Even still, he would follow through with this and if it became too much for his shoulders to carry, he would toss it aside. 

[color=red][i][b]T[/b]his is madness. But its controlled madness. I must see what lies at the end of this tunnel of betrayal.[/i][/color]


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[h2][color=orange] G I I C H I[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b]H[/b]e felt it. The Will of Fire that exploded in his chest as Daiki and Yamato accepted Ayame. His fist shook and bled, even beside Rei-chan, he couldn’t find any comfort or acceptance of the situation. He felt like his feet had become numb, jelly-like. Stumbling back, he fell onto his bottom, looking for clarity. 

[color=orange][b] “R[/b]ei-chan, please tell me this is some nightmare. This isn’t how the Hokage is chosen. The villagers chooses, not some killer. I refuse! I refuse to accept this!”[/color] he yelled, crawling to his feet and trampling through the crowd to the front. [color=orange][b] “I[/b]’d sooner die than watch my ancestor’s ambitions be thrown aside.”[/color] 

His arm snapped to the side, a furious, whistling piercing the crowd. Wind flourished around his arm, from his elbow to his hand as he formed the Rasengan with his new method. It twisted and churned as he burst from the ground and headed for Ayame. [color=orange][b] “T[/b]he Will of Fire still burns! Rasengan!”[/color]