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[h2][color=red] D A I K I[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b]T[/b]he swordsman’s blade had boiled his blood. He had kept the Naito in him in check for a long time but the man’s blade had drawn blood, [i]his[/i] blood. He felt chakra race to his eyes and struggled for several seconds to contain his rage. However, the more he held the dam closed, the more anger piled behind it. When it finally burst open, Daiki stood to his feet slowly, with the blade resting on his neck. He had no fear for this man or his ambitions, in fact, if anything, he felt some venom towards it suddenly. 

[b]A[/b]s Nobu spoke, patriotically or not, Daiki summoned a shadow clone in a puff of smoke. The clone appeared without warning, appearing low and between them. With hands so quick that the tight space would allow little movement, the clone delivered a jogging back-hand while grabbing the swordman’s wrist and breaking it with a fluid but weighty pressure. The real Daiki remained still as the ongoings continued, his gold eyes calm. 

[b]T[/b]he clone held tight to the man’s wrist, inducing a pain that could cripple the foe’s entire body. Daiki, however, was never one to underestimate those that threatened his life, so he mercilessly gripped the man by his throat and slammed him onto the ground. A mighty show of strength indeed, but it was the difference between them that led to this outcome. Mercy. His clone let go and kept watch out for anyone willing to interfere. 

[b]A[/b] near primal expression laid on his face as he snatched a kunai from his pouch, twisted in the same moment as the slam, and stabbed it into the chunin's other shoulder, slicing through the muscle and into the bone. For whatever reason, Daiki fought the urge to actually kill the man, but it was still there. He started to cut deeper into Nobu’s arm but was interrupted by another reveal. Tsukiko had arrived and was enraged at that.

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[h2][color=orange] G I I C H I[/color][/h2][/center]
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[b]G[/b]iichi fell on the stage in mid-air, his rasengan twisting and grinding into the dais. Wood splintered and cracked where he laid, leaving him in a husk of broken material. Paralyzed, he found it difficult to speak. A current drilled itself through his body, hands, and fingers. The Will inside of him still burned and he was wished to move his lips, to further put into words his emotions. 

[color=orange][b] “D[/b]amn you! Damn you! You’ll watch this village and its ambitions be snuffed out? Cowards!”[/color]

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[center][b][color=lightblue][h2]Tsukiya Eguchi.[/h2][/color][/b]
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[b]T[/b]sukiya took note of the mist that filed into the otherwise clear crater. His icy eyes shifted from his peripherals as he stood completely still. The enemy must had been close by, if not, then he would not have applied this vision impairing jutsu. He released his chakra just for this occasion. He suppose that this ninja was an opportunist … that would be his downfall. 

[b]H[/b]e spread his hintless zone out ten meters and knew then that the ninja had sent clones to attack him from the front and was actually behind him. The ninja wouldn’t know that the zone was activated, no clue was given to those inside. Tsukiya remained still within the mist than strung together four handseals as they drew closer. As he did this, a circulation of wind surrounded him, sucking in the unsuspecting clones and ninja. Hards bricks from the explosion, sharp branches, and shards of rocks from his Gaea’s wrath technique danced within the tornado, battering the opponents that was trapped inside. 

[b]W[/b]ithin the eye of the earthly storm, Tsukiya stood with his head partially towards the ground, his arms folded as he listened to the carnage inside. He held no sympathy for a fool that thought second and attacked first.