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

Akio lost all the focus she had been trying to gather when Katsu knocked her head with Aoi’s, lecturing her on  behaving recklessly. Then some ginger chick joined in as well, asking them to make a plan and ignoring the fact that a plan was exactly what she had in mind. Was it great, hell no, but it was a hell of a lot better than what everyone else was doing, which was gaping like idiots as the leader of their village was about to die. In fact, the Hyuuga’s casual attitude given the situation was infuriating the Tendou girl quite a bit, and she might have said something, but the call off the assailants jutsu stopped her cold, a cold realization filtering into her veins as she turned her attention back to the stage.

[color=Gold][i]It couldn’t be . . .[/i][/color] She began to think, but shook her head in silent acceptance as she saw the jutsu being performed. Her suspicions confirmed as soon as she witnessed. As Ayame spoke, Akio couldn’t help but feel that their could’ve been a better way to do this. While Ayame’s words held truth and weight to them, Zeno didn’t need to die for this. Especially not like this. A Hokage should pass with more dignity than this.

As Yamato took a knee, something that Akio had never expected to see of the Minomaru prodigy, Akio simply relaxed her bow, thinking about the what the future would be like under Ayame’s leadership. Her mind drifted to the motto of the Keihatsu, their claim to restart the cycle. She had been wondering what they could be talking about, but as she saw the birth of the 14th Hokage of the hidden village, she understood. War was coming to the Leaf, for better or for worse, and the cycle of hatred and conflict will turn once more. So caught up in her thoughts, she barely noticed Daiki’s outburst and subsequent dismissal of it. She did notice, however the cry of the Uzumaki boy from nearby. She turned just in time to see him leap at Ayame.

Without thinking, the Tendou drew back her bow at let loose a fast, but weak bolt of electricity at the foolish blonde, a static string attached to it. Given the fact that he was in the air and likely unaware of the shot being sent his way, a hit was almost guaranteed. If it made contact, then Akio would immediately charge the string, paralyzing the Uzumaki boy to keep him from completing his stupid action. He would still fly towards the two, but given the circumstances, the platinum blonde didn’t feel that his life was in any danger. Her actions were, in fact, quite pointless when she thought about, but the day had taken a toll on her tolerance of stupidity, and she was feeling highly aggravated and this was a way for her to vent, if only slightly. Once Giichi was handled, as he undoubtedly would be by Ayame herself or her masked associate, Akio would cease the jutsu, canceling out the strings and the bow simultaneously.

[color=Gold]“It doesn’t matter if you accept it, you impulsive idiot, this is what’s happening and there is nothing that you alone can do to change.”[/color] She spoke coldly and calmly, feeling very detached from the moment right now. She didn’t care if others look down on her for doing what she did. The boy was being impulsive, idiotic, and impatient. [color=Gold][i]If you want to change this, then try it when you actually have a chance to do so. The best way to catch prey that is stronger than you is to save your energy, wait in patience, and strike when they are vulnerable. I don’t approve of this ascension, but it is what it is, and I will make the best of it.[/i][/color]

Akio thought to herself in silent contemplation, her eyes turning to look at Katsu, then Yuna as if to say:[color=Gold][i] ‘Happy now?’[/i][/color]. While Akio wasn’t under the delusion that she could’ve stopped the assailant, she could’ve at least done something to improve Zeno’s chances of survival. As it was, there was little point in further thought on the matter. They had failed their leader as shinobi, as soldiers, and as people. Giichi was right about one thing: they were spitting on the graves of their ancestors today. 

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

Tatsuya was lifted from his KI-induced terror by Katsu-senpai’s words and the comforting presence of an unknown red-headed kunoichi, though the Hyuuga’s attitude, and what he was focusing on at the moment, was just a bit unnerving for the genin. Uncertain of whether to respond to the kunoichi’s praise or give his thoughts on the current situation, the assailant made her final move. Tatsuya felt like a shard of ice was lodged in his spine as he saw the Hokage struggle for life before finally passing on. The sight pushed by his barriers, causing him to the ground and violently emptying the contents of his stomach. He’d continue this for a while, even when there was nothing left in his stomach to come up. 

He’d never see a man die before, and to see his Hokage, a man to be looked up to and respected, killed in such a way, ontop of everything else he’d experienced . . . .  it was just too much to be exposed to in one sitting for the young genin, he just wasn’t ready for any of this. By the time he was aware of his surroundings again, raising himself up with the help of Ketsui and wiping the sick from his face. He heard Giichi’s cry of outrage, and felt a similar outrage ring inside of him as well. He agreed with every word the blonde had spoken, but not only was he much too shaken to join in the charge, but he also knew that it was pointless to try and attack these two now. 

The world faded out again as he simply stood up, his eyes glazed over as the weight of realization rolled over him. Ayame Choko, the assistant and right hand of the Hokage for years, had killed him and taken his place. She had basically declared that Konoha would not only be going to war, but initiating it as well. This had went against everything he had been taught, both at school and in his family. And he’d have to participate in this blasphemy of the Will of Fire, or else find himself killed as a traitor. For the first time since he had started the path to becoming a ninja at the age of ten, he felt regret. This sin’t what he signed up for, this isn’t something that he could be proud of. 

[color=DarkOrange][i]I should’ve listened too you, Dad[/i][/color] The red head thought as he felt the tears escape his eyes, trickling silently down his face. [color=DarkOrange][i]You told me that this life was not for those of the Kajiya, that their was no honor or glory to be had in it . . . but I didn’t listen. And now, I’m paying the price for my stubbornness.[/i][/color]