[fieldbox='Violet Tsukami | Konoha Genin, Plum']
Success Or Failure


Upon hearing the Governor's voice, the room grew heavy. It felt like the darkness became liquid and Violet was swimming in a sea of tense emotions. Adding the fact that they just finished a tough fight with the creature, Violet had a hard time turning around. Though the Nara's comment brought with it a sense of doubt and possible hope, such feelings would be drowned out by the fact that the man came alone to stop the empress despite there being 3 other ninjas with her, one of which was also powerful on her own. Real or not, this person would be a issue. Had he been the Governor, then the problem becomes who does he listen too. If not, then the problem becomes, how do we fight him. Shikaroku activated his jutsu but another figure appear out of nowhere holding a knife to his neck. Immediately Violet went into a stance, "Shika!" While she wanted to run at the woman and punch her in the face but Shika would die. If the woman wanted her friend dead, he would have been dead right? Violet's heart bombarded her chest as the situation became more and more fruitless. Turning back to the man, she felt another fear. The Governor was real and thus so was his heritage, Uchiha. Even though Kyomi dispelled the false beliefs that her classmates instilled into her head, it did not take away the fear she had for them. Refusing to look at his face and fall to the spell of those red eyes, should he even have them activated, she clenched her teeth and remained quiet.

Then the unexpected happened, Saki persuaded Kiyomi to back down. Though this meant failure of their mission, it also meant that the fighting could stop. Shika could be saved the female ninja and the hostility would end, for now. There was more things that would bring concern but that would not become factors until everyone was safely out of the cave.
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[fieldbox="Kensuke Nimatsu - Konohagakure Team 7 Jounin, green"]
Konohagakure Hospital
A few days earlier


"Excuse me sir, how may I help you?" He asked the tall man who'd been standing in the lobby for over ten minutes straight, looking at somthing only he could see. There were people like that who visited the hospital from time to time, and he'd made the decision to welcome them for a cup of tea whenever it was his shift. He knew not all wounds were physical. He smiled at the tall man's confusion as he was addressed and raised his shoulder in a gesture saying 'You know, why not'. The tall man grew a soft smile and walked over. He observed the man as he came. He didn't see any scars right away, but he didn't need to see any to know he had them. He wore a shinobi flak jacket like most Konoha shinobi and he had the gait of a man who knew what it meant to walk on the fine line between life and death. He respected that, but he also pitied it. Like he pitied all those who killed and died.

As the blond shinobi approached he frowned every so briefly. He might have some carefree stubble, but his tied-back hair betrayed his lack of age clearly. This shinobi could not be older than 25, he reasoned. His pity grew and for one painful moment he could not imagine the hardships the man across the counter must've been through. But then he was again ten years the man's senior and confident in his age and experience like only the elder are to the younger.

"You seemed to be at loss. Are you looking for someone?" He finally asked.

"I guess I am." The shinobi said, shrugging. His age was never so betrayed in this moment of sheepish indecisiveness.

"Then tell me who it is. Maybe I'll know where that person is. Maybe I won't. We'll find out either way." He said with a warm smile as he did his own sort of ninjutsu. He magicked a cup of steaming tea from behind his desk and offered it to the man. He'd been preparing it eversince he'd realised the man's disposition, and it was just his luck that the hospital reception desk had a kettle.

"... How kind...Thank you sir." The man muttered and tasted. The sight of the young man smiling warmed the receptionist.

"I never get to talk to anyone here anyways. A cup of tea is a price I'm more than willing to pay." He said, more to keep the conversation going than anything, even though it was a blatant lie. Being a receptionist here had calm and busy days both. He liked the calm days better, because it meant there was peace out there. He didn't get bored, otherwise he wouldn't be a receptionist.

"I am in fact looking for someone." The young man said after a comfortable and long pause during which they both enjoyed their tea. He smiled at the shinobi and folded his hands together. He simply waited. The man would talk.

"Do you know Sachiko?" He asked, and the receptionist smiled.

"A wonderful kunoichi, that she is. Shall I have someone call her?" He replied.

"Of course. I'm not looking for her though. Bring me whoever instructed her when she worked here as an intern." The young man said, his eyes suddenly dark and serious where before they had been gentle yet distant like a hunter who caught scent of his prey. He suddenly found himself feeling slightly uneasy, but he swallowed that away. Shinobi had an intensity to their purpose which would never quite go away. He'd seen it before, but he'd never grow used to it.

"Very well. I shall call Doctor Kenji. He will be here shortly, if he is available."



This young brat... "So you think you have the right to come to the hospital and demand my time while I am at work so you can learn something from me?" He croaked. He didn't intend to, but age and indignation made it come out that way, and it only frustrated him more. The tall young man looked at him with the same amused smile despite his anger, which did not help at all.

"Exactly."

"Well let me tell you then, you've got some guts!" He snapped and hid a grin. "But what makes you feel that you have it in you to accept my teachings? You may know how to swing that fancy sword or how to spit fireballs or how to break things, I don't even care. Medical ninjutsu is something different altogether." He said and sniffed. "It requires extreme precision and extraordinary control, above and beyond anything you've ever tried before!"

"So I was told." The arrogant brat responded.

He narrowed his eyes. Was this man trying to anger him, or was he just that cocky. They locked gazes and the young man held his gaze woth the ease learned in the face of death. He was all too accustomed to it himself, but from another point of view entirely. He sniffed again, this time another sniff entirely.

"Let's see what you've got."



"Finer!" He snapped at the young man. The tall shinobi gritted his teeth at his remark but somehow managed to make the touch of his chakra even gentler than it was before. He had to admit that the young man had his way with dealing with chakra. It annoyed him too. He found it frustrating that the arrogant idiot had the chakra control of a trained medical shinobi. It always annoyed him when the youthsome were justified in their boasting. They could all use a healthy dose of humility and respect. He kept looking at the man effecting his rudimentary healing on the fish and sniffed.

He had nothing of the theory down. That part was an obstacle that every medical shinobi had to overcome. Countless hours of study to understand the human body. To understand how and where to affect the body in order to restore it to a functioning condition. Over the past few days he'd learned that the swordsman knew how to treat lacerations, bruises, fractures and and infections, but was unknowing concerning everything else. It didn't earn him any commendations. He considered it standard knowledge that every man whose job it was to do fighting know how to treat the most common injuries.

Sunken in thoughts he almost missed how the arrogant young man suddenly blinked and stumbled, before falling backwards. With a crashing noise he fell into a rolling table which smashed into a bookcase. Despite everything he was a medical shinobi, and he hurried over. A quick glance and inspection told him that the young shinobi was perfectly healthy. All that'd happened is that he'd reached the confines of his chakra supply. Kenji frowned. He'd seen the man work. His chakra control was fine. He didn't waste an ounce of the damn stuff. Now he knew why. He knew who this man was, he'd even performed surgery on him about a year ago. This man had a medical shinobi's chakra control because a talented genin could have a larger chakra supply than him, training in spite.

"...Uh... I'm ... fine." The young man spoke through his own confusion and tried and failed to get up.

"Obviously you are not." Kenji said as if it was a verdict and nodded at the nice lady who'd been watching every now and then. Sachiko approached with ill-concealed concern for the man they'd patched up a year before and offered a bite of energy-rich food. He looked at her, his eyes asking if she knew, and she shook her head. He sighed.

"You need to take this more seriously if you wish to succeed. Your chakra control is rough. Refine it. Given the limits of your chakra supply, you have a long ways to go. I doubt you could even heal a scratch without fainting at this point." Kenji said, surly as was his trademark.

Sachiko watched the dear old man leave and winked. He was old and proud, but she knew she was his favourite. She knew he didn't actually mean that. It was just his way of being a sensei. He expected only the best, as was his right as one of the heads of the medical branches in Konoha's hospital.

"Take it easy." She said and offered him a glass of water, and found that, to her surprise, Kensuke was gritting his teeth in frustration. The calm and collected young man was so obviously scarred by his past, but he'd never seen him lose that annoyingly stable attitude of his like this. Did Kenji have such an effect on the jounin sensei?

"Fuck." The young man said. "And he's right too. Weak as a babe." He said with clenched teeth, and got up.
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Harumi Uchiha,

| ANBU | Akinian Empire | Keishi, South of the city centre |

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He didn't stop. A few times he threw a look over his shoulder as cold sweat rolled over his warm skin. His wide pupils and pale face would alarm anybody who perhaps took the time to glance at the Hyuuga who rushed by. But most were just annoyed as the teen almost slammed or shoved them away. Various people even raised a fist in the direction of the passing runner or shouted not so civilised words at his address. Not that Ezuri had the luxury to care. Knowing what he had to do he made use of the adrenaline that rushed through his system.

Knowing that he was followed Ezuri didn't stand still by the thought that he was luring 'her' to them. All that he cared for was that he could report and perhaps win their trust. It was clear, after all, that going back to the 'right' side would only end up in being in pain. In that dark, not knowing who he spoke with. Or being able to see as the clenching neckband was driving him to keep running. If he could help from those guys, he could get it off from his neck.

"What?!"

He quickly turned around as he thought he had heard somebody whisper his name. Sweating more, Ezuri whimpered before he would turn and run into an alley. It had to be here somewhere, he was certain of that! Driven by his desperation and fear Ezuri started to crawl over the ground. Looking for something. Various times he did look around, breathing heavily and being near the point of crying.

Then he found it. Using his own fingers Ezuri ignored the pain as he tried to move a tile up. It wasn't easy or comfortable, but he hadn't the time or use for that. It just had to work and he had to be there in time. If they found him, they would mess with him, again! Moving the tile away Ezuri saw the small and weird contraption. Pushing with both hands he would then grab around the edges of a small circle and pull it up. A click would be heard and almost instantly Ezuri jumped up as well forgetting the secret way to enter the space. Hiding it again, he would quickly turn to the nearby wall. Feeling with his hands over the wall, he would then press in a stone and take a step back. Slowly in front of him, the wall moved slightly inwards. Not waiting till he had enough room to walk through Ezuri pushed his body through the edge as tears rolled over his cheeks.

"Interesting..."

Dropping from the rooftop Harumi eyed the entrance that had just closed after Ezuri had moved in. Throwing a glance at the way to open it, the woman threw one more a look at the secret entrance. Pulling out a kunai Harumi would turn to the secret hatch. She would've an easier time to pry it open and unlock the entrance. Doing so she didn't move in right away. Waiting for a second Harumi would silently slip in, curious and cautious on what she would find by further trailing Ezuri.
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[fieldbox=What do we say to death?, violet]
"Give her back!"

A collab between Honorabru and Lesli.

Summary :
Kazumo and Aiko make their way to point Lee. Taking out some thugs on their way, the two are reunited with a previous stranger. A fierce fight issues between the three before a bloodied Kazumo heads over to Point Lee.



Listening to his senseis orders he gave a nod to show he understood, while mentally smiling that he was with his sensei on this task. Yet they were to make their way to point Lee and with that she gestured him to lead while she also vanished into the rain. That had to be a useful thing to have while in Amegakure, yet nodding towards Hiraku and Tomiko, he left them descending to the streets below and take the streets to the right, making his way to point Lee. Yet along the way he had his bow ready, to be ready in case someone attacked. Perhaps maybe a bit of an intimidation tactic should they run into anyone breaking the law. Yet right now that wasn't obvious, more so people cursing the shinobi for causing this.

There were enough people who were running and attempting to stay away from the violence. It became clear for anybody who had some common sense that those who were acting violent and targetting 'random' people were aware of some plan. While it seemed chaotic and the main purpose to rioteer against the freedom that the shinobi corps had in the city, there was some structure. Slowly to Kazumo's right Aiko appeared out of the rain, on a rooftop of a small establishment. Signalling with her right hand that he should keep going the woman would vanish once more, clearly intending to stay on the higher ground to provide assistance when her student would need it.

He had to move out of the way of a few people just running for their lives, in order to not get flattened by panicked civilians. This was odd though, and far too well executed for a normal riot. Well his orders were to get to point Lee and apprehend any rioteers, he looked breifly at his sensei who signaled him and proceeded as she vanished. So as he made his way further down the wet road, he came across a man with a wooden club beating a stand to splinters. Well that was his que to apprehend the man, but with what? He didn't have any rope to tie him w- ohhhh. The gears turning in his head caused him to sneak up on the man, putting his arrow back in the quiver and bow on his back. The rain enveloping his foot steps, along with the screams and destruction of someones jewerly stand. As the man finished a swing and was panting, he would feel Kazumo's arms wrap around his neck with a hand pushing on the back of his head. The man struggled, yet he wrapped his legs around the man who now swung his club violently everywhere in panic. The swings would slowly die down as the man fell to his knees. Kazumo at this point let go, and while the man was dazed, he punched the man clean across the face and watched him slump to the ground. Watching the man for a few seconds to make sure he was alive and out cold, he got his bow off the holder on his back and took back off to point Lee. He rubbed his knuckles a bit as that was the first time he ever punched a man as hard as he did.

More sounds of distress became louder as Kazumo would make his way towards point Lee. Up ahead there were a few man rounding up some people in a small group. By the looks and sounds of it wasn't much to the favour for the people brought together. A man stood on top of a barrel, raising a club while shouting that the abusers would pay for their crimes. Before he could lower his club to signal for the few fellowers to start to deal out the violent punishment out on the few civilians something hit the man hard in the back. Falling off the barrel, the few remaining rioteers turned around to spot Kazumo. Seeing the arment that the teen carried one of the rioteers shouted and pointed to the Sarutobi. Approaching the genin, there were half a dozen men with clubs, kitchen knives and one who had a rusty and likely old sword, as weapons of choice.

Before one of them could make a move, something stroke the man at the side of his head, which saw to it that the man collapsed underneath his own weight and falling on his back. Four of the five remaining decided to charge at Kazumo while another man seemed to be knocked out cold by the thin air itself.

Kazumo watching what appeared to be a gathering, witht he gathered not approving of this, he watch the one with a club stand on the barrel shouting that the abusers shall pay. Yet he was kind of cut off by himself falling off the barrel. He lowered his bow as he smirked a bit, before the attention was drawn to him. "Crap." He muttered before putting his bow back on its back holder as he abcked away from the approaching group. What set them off charging wasn't him but one of them again collapsing. His sensei sure had it easy right now.

Weaving handseals as quickly as he could , his last one caused him to start sinking right away, just barely avoiding a kitchen knife from giving him a pretty scar. Although while underground their was a tiny bit of blood that trinkled down his face, from it coming into a tiny bit of contact with him. "Note to self, make that technique faster to do." he thought before reaching up and grabbing one of the men's legs. To which they were nothing but sitting ducks for him. Yet he would only drag them down to their calf, starting with the one he just grabbed.

Upon the last man being dragged down Aiko's voice would ring through the communicator, speaking in Chonobi - to not confuse Hiraku and Tomiko with thinking that they could ignore anything in their situation. "There is that. There are more up ahead, but think we cleared enough for the local police and authorities to deal with this area." She was sitting on top of the barrel on which she had knocked out the figure who had led the small bunch of thugs. The previous people who had been held hostage were already running away from the direction she and Kazumo had came from.

Took a few minutes what with them constantly moving to prevent this fate, but with the fourth mans calfs buried in the ground. He would hear his sensei speak to him, telling him the area was clear besides from the area up ahead. Yet the police could handle that. "Understood." replying back in Chonobi, he would raise himself from the ground. Just out of range of a rioteer swinging a knife at him, Kazumo would then side step the attempted throw before walking away and down a different road. Taking a slight detour in order to avoid a hassal. The current area looked wrecked with destroyed shops all around, this caused him to pull out his knife just to be on guard.

A few moments later arriving in the area Aiko would appear next to Kazumo. Frowning she shook her head while placing her hands on her hips. "This is sure a mess. Luckily we aren't going to deal with cleaning and repairing. Never understood the desire to wreck establishments or material that you're going to pay for. Oh well," Aiko mumbled as she threw a glance sideways at Kazumo. Seeing he was still standing and not missing any limb or looking in pain she decided to not inquire on how he was doing. Taking a step forwards Aiko threw a look at their right. "Of course, was too good to be true. Somebody managed to take out a water clone of mine. From what I can gather the person is heading our way. Best if we prepare a trap, no?" The woman said as she would start to vanish slowly, blending in with the rain as the air seemed to turn colder.

"It sure is, to both your statements. Maybe they are really trying to drive home a point here? Well they betetr increase their police patrols after this riot is over." He replied with continuing to walk yet halted when she mentioned someone took out one of her water clones. So one of them was skilled enough to do that and was coming after them as well? They were being tracked by someone? As she finished her last sentence he nodded "Yeah I have an i.......dea." he said looking next to him to spot not one presence of his sensei. Well he could do this alone, same as last time. Just this time give them a bit of bait. Weaving handseals a clone would form next to him, who gave a nod and made their own handseals and dissappeared underground. "They just fought a clone, so they might be suspicious at first. Yet once they realize I'm real as the sun is bright, they will fall right into the clutches of my clone." Kazumo with knife in hand would also take out a few senbon from his pouch.

A hooded man ran around the corner at the other end of the street. Turning to face Kazumo the hooded figure remained on his spot, as the cold started to become more intense. Blood dripped on the ground from the tip of the stranger's weapon, which seemed to be a short sword. Tilting his head, with most of the facial features hiding in the shadow cast by the hood, the stranger started to walk towards the visible genin. Slowly whispers would resonate through Kazumo's mind, starting to become louder as if there were at least a dozen of people starting to shout inside the mind of the genin. Readying the weapon the stranger didn't increase his pace as his focus seemed to be set on Kazumo.

Waiting long enough brought results but in the worse way possible. A hooded figure arrived on the scene and almost on a instant, Kazumo felt sweat coming down his face as the cold sensation hit him. Was this that unkillable man from before? This wasn't good if that was the case. Raising his left hand to throw the senbon, he ended up releasing too early as whispers poured into his head. Whispers turning into a low tone, which turned into yelling. His senbon hit a stone wall and fell to the ground as he clutched his head. Was this the same man? This never happened last time was all the genin could process as the man got closer to him, blood dripping from the knife showing a fresh kill. The cold continued to pierce him as he backed away, the voices pounding away at him.

The stranger kept walking to close in the distance further between him and Kazumo. The voices didn't no longer shout, but started to scream and a soft whisper could be traced from underneath the hood of the stranger. Before the stranger could, however, further advance various kunai would be thrown from a nearby rooftop. Impaling the ground around the stranger, Aiko would land on the ground. Around each kunai was a tag wrapped around the handle as the woman briefly threw a look over her left shoulder. Focusing her attention back on the stranger the woman readied a kunai that she held in her right hand. Upon this the stranger dashed forwards, enganging Aiko in close combat as the volume of the voices in Kazumo's head started to lower.

When the voices started screaming in his mind he halted moving and clutched his head with both hands. What kind of technique was this, he tried a simple release in case it was genjutsu but that wasn't the case. It was very real, yet how did he do it? The man stopped however as kunai landed around the attacker. They were now pre occupied with her instead of him, as such the voices in his mind died down. No longer clutching his head he looked at the man engaging his sensei, if the focus wasn't on him and the voices died down... Did that mean they were now ringing inside his sensei's head? Taking a deep breath he would back away slowly as hands would sprout from the ground and clutch the mans legs to try and yank him down.

Dodging an attack that was aimed to stab her in the shoulder, Aiko lashed back out at the same time. The sharp point of her kunai scratched across the stretched arm of the stranger, but it was clear that it wasn't going to work or do any visible damage. Narrowing her eyes she managed to keep her attention up to move with the stranger to avoid the next slash, while she started to suffer voice starting to shout in her mind. Trying to work out who or what those voices were wasn't something she occupied herself with as it was clear that one mistake would lead to a lot of pain and trouble. Just as the hostile was about to reach out and grab Aiko with his free hand something caused him to come to a sudden halt.

Frowning Aiko would quickly skid backwards as she would run wind chakra across the blade of the kunai. With her free hand she would snap her fingers to ignite the tags, followed by unleashing a gust of pressured air at the opponent in front of her. The result would be a large explosion that would whip up dust, debris and ash into the air and take away the sight on both Aiko and the stranger. A few moments later, however, Aiko would appear out of the rain on a rooftop - to Kazumo's left. "Still holding up?" She asked, while keeping her attention on the dark cloud of ash and dust.

Keeping and eye on the area, his clone would halt the attacker and sure enough not be able to pull him under. Yet it bought enough time for Aiko to detonate the area in a large explosion. The shockwave produced from it was large enough to hit him slightly. He felt his clone vanishing which meant either the creature killed it, or his sensei blew it up and hopefully the creature as well. Kazumo pulled his bow out and grabbed and arrow, yet instead of notching it. He would reach into his pouch and pull out a tag, in which he would wrap around the shaft and then notch it. He would hear his sensei talk to him, but he was to shekn to reply back. He kept his arrow pointed at the dust cloud, "Have to keep the pressure up.. That won't kill it!" He muttered before firing the arrow into the dust cloud. The arrow would vanish into it and a couple seconds later an explosion would sound off in the already exploded area.

Aiko watched how the projectile moved with a rapid speed into the cloud. As it exploded Aiko wondered how they would be able to beat an opponent that seemed to be invincible. There had to be a way to beat it and then she remembered something. If this was a similar or same opponent that Katsu and Koike had faced then there was a window of time to land visible damage when physical contact was made. Throwing a look down at Kazumo, Aiko, however, didn't feel comfortable with luring the oponent into a trap to be grabbed. Wasn't there any other method?

Just as the thought ran through Aiko's mind the rooftile underneath her feet started to crack. "What t--" the woman muttered, shocked as she tried to get away. A hand would shot out of the tile to grab the left ankle of Aiko. Trying to maintain her balance Aiko felt how an intense cold would run through her body as a more dreadful sensation started to run up from her ankle. Gritting her teeth she did try to move away, but the strength of the hold didn't allow her to even move an inch away from where she stood.

Stalking the spot he loaded another arrow this one tagless, yet nothing came out of the smoke. Was it dead? No the cold feeling was still around, it was alive, yet why was it waiting? Suddenly he heard tile shattering and looked to see Aiko being grabbed from under the roof? The building was a two story building so hwo the hell did he get up there without either of them seeing. Shit he loossened himself as he put a tag on the arrow. He readied it again postioning the arrow to fly through the window to where she was being grabbed, and hopefully hit its mark. Yet as the arrow shattered through the window, the tag wouldn't explode, instead he notched another arrow and fired it through. Yet as he did, he made a handseal and what would take his place would be the arrow with the tag and vice versa. The man was right there grabbing his sensei's leg so lowering his head so the arrow he fired earlier didn't pierce it, he would drop his bow and pull his knife out. Thrusting it towards the man's stomach as the arrow entered the room and aimed for the man's neck.

Trying to struggle against the dreadful sensation that moved slowly through her body Aiko felt how her will-power was starting to weaken. Just, however, before she could consider the thought to give in and stop resisting something caused her to snap back. Spotting movement Aiko just managed to catch Kazumo poofing away. An arrow would drop on the ground as it traded place with her student. Narrowing her eyes she tried to struggle again.
The stranger turned his head to face Kazumo as the genin attempted to land a strike. A heavy vibration would move through Kazumo's arm as the knife wouldn't plunge and move into the neck of the hooded man. Attempting to turn a bit to kick the genin away, wouldn't work as something came slicing through the roof. An arc of wind would mow down and take the stranger by surprise. The sharp arc wouldn't slice the arm off clean, but force the stranger to back away as a pained scream escaped the man.

Another sharp gust followed, tearing through the roof and slamming the stranger backwards. Coming through the torn opening Aiko panted as she kept her focus on the stranger. "You okay?" She asked in a worried tone as the stranger seemed to stand up firm again, no longer in pain or troubled with his left arm dangling at his side.

His surprise attack failed as well, as a vibration rattled him when his blade came into contact. It didn't even enter it was like the man had a untouchable armor, yet it did catch his attention which was a success in his books. Yet just as the man could deliver any pain to him, an arc of wind would slice through the roof and into the attacker. Yet he didn't have much hope, last time she tried this it didn't.... work? Kazumo stepped back a bit confused as the attack worked? It did damage this time and it worked again when another one slammed into him. Aiko would drop through the torn opening and ask if he was okay to which he nodded. "Yeah are you?" Kazumo would ask her but the stranger would stand up again and for a man with an almost cleaved off arm, hes hiding the pain really well. "Why did that work this time? Does he have to see it coming to nullify the attack?" He spoke in Chonobi yet raised his knife for no doubt the mans next assualt

Keeping her eyes on their foe, Aiko answered back in Chonobi. "Yeah, it is quite risky, but the trick is to deliver an attack when he tries to do.. something. Was more of a lucky guess, but whenever he gets a hold of you and there is more to it than just that cold, there is a window of time to deliver an attack." Noticing that the arm started to heal, slowly attaching itself to its shoulder there was a soft whispering originating from the stranger. Not able to recognise the language Aiko clicked with her tongue. "Let's try it one more time. Just hit him hard and fast, but don't use anything of chakra." The jounin stated as she would flip out two kunai from the holster. The stranger took a step forward, waiting a second before he would dash forward. It was if he was an arrow released from a bow, intending to deliver a strike of his knife, aimed at Kazumo's stomach. Instead the attack was parried as Aiko shot forward, moving in front of the attack and using one of her kunai to parry the attack - though a soft groan made it clear that there was quite some strength behind the attack - and create an opening.

Risky was another word completly, it was a gamble to just deal damage to him? Yet if this was the only way, then they just had to make sure they brought him down and for good. He saw at attackers arm healing itself which was kinda of demoralizing to witness right in front of yourself. "Understood." he said in chonobi, a reply to the orders, hard and fast. When he heard a step his grip on his knife tightened, and the attacker would dart off towards him. Aiko would also dart forward, which in turn caused Kazumo to dart forward as well. Although she parried the attack, he could hear the force behind it, required most of her strength to not get thrown backwards. Yet she created one and he wouldn't let his sensei down. With knife grasped tightly in his hand, after the parry happened he would shoot forward and would slash his knife right towards the man's neck.

The sharp steel of Kazumo's knife scratched the neck, not sinking into it as it would have done with any 'normal' person. But unlike before this time the genin would be able to see a scratch on the skin, as if the knife was scratching off some skin but not enough to cause it to bleed. Aiko pressed hard to keep herself standing and preventing she would be slammed against Kazumo or landing on her back. Her eyes shot to the side to throw a quick glance to the side. While she kept standing the woman would raise her right foot slightly and turned. Using the momentum of the turn the knee of Aiko would land hard against the stomach of their foe.

Stumbling back of the impact as well looking slight confused the stranger brought his free hand up to his neck. Managing to retain his balance he quickly stepped back as well leaning away for a kunai that Aiko threw.

Unlike last time he hit the man with his knife, he didnt get that huge vibration feeling. In fact looking, he saw a scratch on the man's neck. Why was it working now? He backed away a bit just as Aiko hit the man with her knee pushing him back, along with throwing a kunai. While he dodged that, Kazumo recahed into his own pouch, he took out two kunai throwing one at his chest, and the other his right leg. Kazumo noticed that instead of just taking the attacks like he had before, he was now dodging them. The gears in his head were spinning before his eyes went wide. Chakra draining, chakra attacks failing, it clicked in the genin's head now. These were foes that weren't invincible, just for a moment invulnerable, and it was due to Chakra.

Sinking slightly into the chest, the stranger groaned, as the kunai of Kazumo hit its mark. Quickly slamming the kunai out the grievious wound at the wounded arm was almost healed. Aiko narrowed her eyes as she thought of something. Pulling out four shuriken, two in each hand, the woman would throw two directly at the stranger while holding the two other in reserve. As expected the stranger made an attempt to avoid being hit, dodging to the left. While wounded and clearly in stress Aiko had to silently compliment their foe's speed and agility. Throwing the other two shuriken, Aiko clicked her tongue.

Kazumo watched his kunai sink in this time, surprise showed on his face as the attacker was now dodging fully. He recahed into his puch pulled out three senbon and threw them at the man. He didn't look at his sensei but started speaking in Chonobi. "I have an idea, outside is my arrow with an explosive tag on it. Hes dodging our attacks now, so I think now this time damage will show. We get close to him, you grab me, and I trade places with the arrow and then detonate it. Bringing him and the house down right on him in a pile of burning wood. Hopefully the explosion kills him, but if it doesn't he will be trapped under a pile of wood burning him alive."

The shuriken were dodged before they could hit the stranger in the face, more specifically his eyes as Aiko had aimed for those, but the man stumbled as two of the senbon hit him. Again he would pull them out and there was no sight of blood or much pain. Upon hearing Kazumo's idea Aiko thought about it. Before she could answer the stranger dashed forwards, annoyance clear on his facial features as he brought up his weapon. In a quick response Aiko moved in front of Kazumo and raised her left hand. The knife would be halted in its path as Aiko's hand slammed against the wrist of the man. "Go ahead, I will keep him busy." Aiko grumbled as she felt cold sweat moving over her skin as she barely could hold the attack back. The stranger attempted to use his almost-healed arm to punch Aiko in the side, but a quick sidestep prevented both the strike as creating an opening as the stranger was required to find his balance.

Before she could sound off on his idea the amn attacked, but was halted by his sensei, who told him words he feared. She gave the okay, but said she would keep him busy. He had to mentally tell himself that she had a trick up her sleeve and wouldn't just commit suicide to hold someone in a spot. He moved forward to where he'd be nearer to the man and within a second he would vanish with his arrow. The same arrow that had the tag on it from earlier. Standing outside with rain pouring on him, covering up the start of some tears. He activated the tag and watched the explosion happen.

The explosion would send shards of wood, debris and what not through the windows before only revealing that the damage was starting to make the small home starting to sink in. The second floor crumbled upon the violence that had been conjured during the fight and not to mention the spreading fire. Dust was blown gently out of the damaged windows together with the increasing amount of smoke. No sign of life seemed to originate from within the home, however.

Then somebody seemed to push some crumbling wood away as coughs made it clear it was a person. Stepping out of the smoke and dust cloud into the rain the stranger seemed to be quite hurt from the result of Kazumo's plan. While not looking as if he was on death's doorstep, it was evident that he wasn't feeling well. Leaning forward the stranger glared at the genin while blood dripped from his left hand.

Kazumo watched the house collapse in, dust, smoke, debris were everywhere. Where the house once stood, now laid in a fiery mess. It would seem like the plan had succeded, causing Kazumo to look around for his sensei. Yet when shifting debris sounded, his heart skipped a beat as he looked over at the burning mess. Instead of his sensei, it was the man that stood there. Damage very clear at this point, yet Kazumo stared at the blood dripping from the man's hand. "Give her back." Kazumo spoke before his heartbeat accelerated a bit as a glare of his own formed. He pulled an arrow out of his quiver and as soon as he notched it, he pulled the string back and fired at the man's chest. Yet instead of waiting, he just repeated his process pulling another arrow out and firing it again at the man's chest. Kazumo was clearly in a bit of a rage at the failure of his plan, but more so that the failure seemed to have cost him his sensei's life. With him being at fault.

The arrows didn't bounce off, but impaled through the skin of the man. Not that more blood would flow out of the man as he stumbled back by the impact of the projectiles striking him. The man's head lowered as he seemed to have trouble keep himself standing. Lifting his left hand to try to pull out an arrow, another one hit his shoulder. Stumbling backwards the man would find himself being thrown backwards into the house as the fire kept spreading. Slowly out of the rain the figure of Aiko appeared, but her clothing clearly showing signs of damage, slightly torn and burned. Throwing a look over her shoulder, to see if Kazumo was doing alrighty, Aiko would turn her attention at the spot where she had pulled and pushed the stranger in. The fire started to spread as some loud bangs resonated through the air, indicating on a few explosions happened. With that the house started to collapse as the cold also started to vanish.

As his first arrow connected and the second one flew also connecting, he had readied his third arrow when the manw as thrown backwards into the burning house. Kazumo held the string, eyes focused on the man getting back up when his attention drifted to the appearance of his sensei. His heartbeat slowly went back to normal as a smile appeared on his face. "I really need to get use to your tactics." He said as some explosions went off making the collapse of the house finished with the cold sensation dying down. "I-is he dead?" Kazumo asked as he slowly eased the bowstring forward as to not waste an arrow.

"Remember the second rule? Be in sync with your target. Anticipate its thoughts and actions. But don't let them anticipate yours," The woman replied back in a friendly tone. She waited a few moments before making up a decision. Turning half around she threw one more look at the ruin that was once a home. "Let's assume so. For now we have to get going before we need to explain too much." She said, turning fully around. Beckoning him to follow her, Aiko would raise her right hand to her earphone communicator. For a moment she waited before activating the communicator. The manouvres she had pulled off to avoid getting burned to a crips or being stuck in the burning had been quite taxing on her chakra. If she hadn't thrown those shuriken before to use the body replacement technique with, following up with the use of the Shadowstep technique, she wasn't so sure if it had ended this well.

Switching the communicator on and turning it on the C - channel, Aiko spoke up in Chonobi. "I am heading to point Lee. We will regroup later. Report in whenever possible." The orders were given with a strict tone. Though she felt winded Aiko started to pick a pace up. "Let's move in cover over to point Lee." She told Kazumo, before vanishing with the rain. Reckoning that the fire and the sounds would attract attention, it was perhaps best to spend a bit chakra to avoid being forced to use more.

Hearing what she said made him smile as well as nod. They decided to assume the man was dead and to continue on before they ahd too much to explain. He nodded and was about to rub his head, when he caught a glance at his hand which was stained with blood. This confused him, but he assumed it might have been from pulling too hard on the bow string. He tried wiping it away on his pants, yet despite the fact the rain should have helped clear it away. The blood stayed fixed on his palm, thats when he looked at his other hand which was also stained in blood. Yet currently he couldn't let himself be confused and carried on with his sensei.

Following behind she spoke in chonobi into the communicator, to Koike most likely. Unless she wanted to mess with the others a bit. The next suggestion was moving in cover to Point Lee so they ddin't waste anymore chakra than they had too. She would vanish into the rain and he would sink into the ground and continue on that way.

While both headed over to the meeting point Aiko remained silent. She decided to get to the point as soon as possible. As she and Kazumo arrived both the Hyuuga siblings were already there. A quick glance was thrown in their direction. From the blank expression it wasn't clear what she thought when looking at the Hyuuga. Probably by the fact she didn't look as if she had a wonderful time with her flak jacket somewhat damaged and clear burning damage to her clothing the woman decided to not ask how the others were doing. They seemed more than fine, at least. Physically.

"Okay, seems that this really growing a bit out of what I had anticipated with a riot." The woman muttered, throwing a look around. "They have a goal..." Remaining silent after the last comment Aiko thought of something. "Listen up. Seeing that we haven't gotten word from the others, we are going to work without them. But it is clear that there is more behind this attack. I want you two to move to find a man. It is a man with red hair and... ugh, no that won't help." Aiko bite her lower lip. They didn't know probably how Eiji Emiya looked like. And asking a person on the street wouldn't really be going that smoothly she figured. "Head to the central office. Try to lay contact with either the Amekage assistant or anybody that is able to be patched through." She told Hiraku and Tomiko. Turning to Kazumo, Aiko remained silent for a moment. Clearly pondering, she shook her head lightly. "Get yourself patched, you did well. Then see if Koike can use your help. I need to do something."

With that having said Aiko would turn to the right and head off, vanishing once more into the rain.​
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Kazumo Sarutobi- Genin of Team 8

His sensei gave him orders to go get patched up, and then to go assist Koike. He gave her a confirmation nod before she vanished again. He gave a slight nod to the Hyuugas before moving away himself, deciding to travel underground to get back to base. As unwanted confrontations from rioters weren't on his list at the moment. After all he should save most of his energy in case he ran into big groups of people when he went to regroup with the Hon. It took him maybe five minutes to get back to where their base was located, and once he pulled himself out of the ground he could see just how far the situation escalated. As well as the man with a club rushing at him calling him a filthy mole. If he hadn't been called a mole multiple times before, he might have just taken offense to it. Yet in this case it was a singular man who was jumping on a bandwagon he shouldn't be on.

As the male neared him, Kazumo would sidestep the downward swing and would deliver a swift kick to the side of the man's left temple. It would stagger the man as he dropped his club falling to he ground, holding his head only to be knocked out when Kazumo followed up with a punt to the man's head as well. His leg was starting to get a bit sore from kicking several people today in the head, skulls weren't exactly fragile objects. Yet the incapacitated man down, Kazumo would head on in to the safety of the building. A few guards were stationed at the door, as the first thing he saw was two of them ready to strike him. Yet stopped when they saw that he wasn't one of the rioters. "Just getting patched up before I head back out. I left an unconscious man outside if that's something you need to deal with."

He said moving past them letting them do whatever they were tasked to do in this situation. He made it to the lab Aiko had brought him to, to teach him some new poisons, and would look at his red stained hands and would begin to wash them in the sink. The sink water would keep running and running for a couple minutes on end, with Kazumo furiously wiping his hands in the water. "What the hell!" He growled at nothing as he pulled his hands out of the water, with the blood still there. Yet it was evident he had been washing them as his skin was slightly pruning. He tried washing them again yet nothing changed, he reluctantly sighed and turned the water off as he looked at his hands. Why were they covered in blood? He heard that they stained clothes but skin and to this degree?

He decided to do a little test, and brought out his knife. He made the smallest cut on his left thumb and watched a small amount of blood form. He then turned the water on with his right hand and would wash the blood from his thumb away, while the other blood stayed. His confusion was only growing at this point and it was irking him at this point. Was this a vision altering genjutsu, where he kept seeing something which no one else could see? No hes tried releasing it on the way here and it didn't work. He could hope it was his eyes playing tricks on him, yet for now He had to go assist Koike.

Getting a few areas patched up he would leave the base they were staying in and proceed to head out he held his hand on the communicator and thought for a few seconds which channel was Koike. He decided to check both and in Chonobi, so sending the same message to both A and B. Those who knew the language would hear. "Hey Koike, It's Kazumo. Sensei sent me to help you out, where can I meet up with you, or should we regroup at the abandoned house?".[/fieldbox]
 
Neji Uchiha
Konohagakure Genin

Neji heard his sensei's voice over the intercom they all needed to get to point Delta and that they needed to bring all of their gear. Apparently this was not a drill as they were not even told to try and get their stealthily like they had been told all the times before. Neji packed his gear and got on what he needed to put on and made his way out of the building, once he entered out into the village he saw what was going on and it was simply chaos. Innocent civilians were running all over the city trying to get away from the rioters. Plumes of smoke were coming from all different parts of the city, sounds of fighting and of people screaming were coming from every which way.

Neji decided that his best course of action would be to head to point Delta from the rooftops. Neji jumped his way up to the top of the building he was standing in front of and started to make his way towards point Delta. Neji looked down into the streets and watched as the police force clashed with rioters. Neji wanted to go help and help civilians get to a safe location but he had his orders and he needed to follow them. As Neji continued to make his way towards the meeting point he saw a woman on the street running and screaming. She was being chased by three men who were each wielding weapons. One man held a kitchen knife, one man was holding a club and the final man was holding an axe.

The woman turned down an alley that Neji knew lead to a brick wall and no way for her to escape. Neji bit his lip as he knew he needed to get to the meeting point, but he knew he needed to help this woman. He had too, Neji saw the three men follow her down the alley and that is when Neji jumped across the street and on top of a building that looked down into the alley. The woman ran up to the wall and then turned around as she faced her three attackers. The men were laughing and striking as they made their way slowly closer to the woman. Neji activated his sharingan and jumped down into the alley in between the woman and her attackers.

The alley was not very well lit and the only thing the men could get a clear sight of was the red of Neji's sharingan staring directly into their eyes. "I suggest you three leave now and leave this woman alone. I will forcefully make you stop if I have too." The men looked at each other for a moment and then all three of them started to laugh. One of them stepped forward "Guys he's just a kid come on lets take him out and then we will go after our prize back there." The other two men stepped forward and then all three ran at Neji. Neji grabbed three shrunken from his pouch and watched as the three men ran at him. Neji jumped up into the air and threw a single shrunken at each of the men's hand that was holding onto the weapon they were holding. The shrunken did what Neji wanted them to do and struck the weapons out of each of their hands which caused them men to stop for a moment before they decided to keep up the attack. Neji landed on the ground as the first man reached him. Neji dodged a punch and went to the side and threw a kick at the man who actually caught his leg. Neji twisted himself and put his hands on the ground and used his other leg to kick up into the mans gut and send him back. Neji then saw the two other men running at him from both his sides, Neji grabbed a smoke bomb from his pouch and threw it down covering the area in smoke. His enemy had no sight what so ever while Neji with his sharingan could still see. Neji grabbed some wire from his bag and walked up behind one of the men. He kicked him in the back and sent him flying and slammed into a wall. Neji quickly ran over and tied him up. One of the men then came from behind and grabbed Neji on the shoulder to try and get a hold of him. Neji fought and broke free the mans grasp but the man was able to get a punch off and strike Neji in the gut. Causing Neji to lose his breath and cough as he tried to catch it again. The man then proceeded to kick Neji while he was on the ground he continued to kick Neji as he laughed "See Kid just because you're a shinobi doesn't mean you're a match for me now just stay down while I take her with me. If you get up and try to stop me ill kill you." The man turned around as Neji lay on the ground from the beating he had just taken. He was bruised up a little bit and laid there panting but he knew he had to get up and stop this man from getting to her. Neji got up and ran after the man as he yelled "Hey you!" The man in anger turned around, and then sent a punch straight into the nose of the attacker sending him to the ground as blood poured out of his nose. Again Neji grabbed wire and tied up the second man. Two down one to go, While Neji had been fighting with the other two the one that was still left had gotten his axe back and charged at Neji as he swung the axe wildly at him. Neji backed up as he continued to dodge the attacks, as Neji kept backing up he back up into a wall and as the man swung his axe Neji rolled to the side and out of the way of the axe. The man struck the wall which sent a vibration through the mans arm causing him to drop his axe. Neji took advantage of the situation and struck the man in the back with a kick that sent him flying into the wall. As the man was on the ground Neji tied him up as well just as the police arrived.

The woman walked over to him "Thank you so much for saving me. Who knows what would have happened if they caught me." Neji simply bowed his head and then made his way back to the rooftop as the police took the three men away. Neji still needed to get to point Delta. When he arrived at point Delta he saw that no one was there. Neji had his communicator on and started to talk into it. " Aiko Sensei it is Neji Uchiha I jus arrived at point Delta, sorry for the my lateness I ran into some trouble I had to take care of first. What are your orders sensei?"
 
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Govenor of the Akinian Empire | On a Mission

He would have been extremely surprised if Kiyomi had simply given in and had abandoned her mission. If anything he knew the girl a little bit better than that. She was stubborn and didn't like to be told what to do if she had set her mind to something. And yet he was disappointed as she spoke her words. Yes, he understood the need for answers and the demand of reveange, but she should know better. Hadn't they had a conversation about exactly this? Somewhere Hisoka had hoped that the girl had been able to see what he had been trying to tell her. He guessed that was too much to ask from a girl so young.

Kiyomi asked him who would go and continue the mission if she was stopped. "Well, your Grace, I could offer a solution to that." Before he could say more the genin spoke to him. Nara wasn't it? Hisoka didn't turn his eyes away from Kiyomi almost afraid that the girl might decide to run off again. He was done chasing after her and he figured Meisa was as well. They had caught up, they were not going to let this be more of a time waster.

Luckily Saki spoke in his defense while revealing that it was her who had left the traces behind that Hisoka and Meisa has used to follow the group here. He opened his mouth so speak again, but stopped when suddenly Kiyomi moved. But not by her own vocation. Lifting her hands. Her gaze on him.

And then he was caught. He could feel his movements stiffen as his shadow and that of the Nara connected. The hold was not stong and yet it had something impressive. The Nara was chosing his Empress over the Governer that came to tell her no. An interesting choice and an interesting attempt, but unfortunately a vain one. There was already something in his shadow that would protect him from any invasions. Something he could always trust and that would break any hold a shadow would have over him.

And then somehow this whole thing became a standoff. Meisa's blade at the Nara's throat, Saki's arrow pointing at Meisa. Hisoka still facing Kiyomi waiting for her to make a move. Kiyomi silent until her voice stopped the madness before Hisoka could do so himself. And to be fair he had been waiting to see if she would call a halt to this. He honestly doubted if Saki could take out Meisa with her bowshot, but the thread to the genin was real. The question had been if Kiyomi actually cared for the life of the boy, enough to stop her mission for it.

But she did, and Hisoka was glad for it.

"That sounds like a perfect solution, your Grace," he said with a slightly bow. "My ANBU will make sure that your mission will be completed. I trust in that." There was a quick look to Meisa as she stepped away from the boy.

"Then let's not waste more time in this place. If I might escort you out, your Grace. Your uncle will be glad to hear that we have completed his request."

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Team Who? Chuunin | At the Police Office

Sho had never been to the Rojin Compound because he had never had a reason to go there. He supposed it was nice to have a big home like that, but he didn't and he wasn't going to look at a bigger house just to feel annoyed at the fact that he didn't have it.

Maybe they wouldn't reach the place anyway. The streets were crawling with rioters. Smoke was billowing up from several buildings. Shouting and screams filled the air. Debris blocked an easy passage through the streets. What was wrong with these people? Sho thought as he followed Mitsunari through the rubble. They just randomly got mad at the world and decided to kick the whole place apart? That sounded like something he would do, not what the world would do. The world was supposed to be rational about things. The world was supposed to want to keep their houses neat and their streets clean. Fires were supposed to be put out and knives were only used in the kitchen. These couple of guys before him didn't seem to think so.

What was wrong with the world?

Sho shrugged and as he heard his sensei's orders he nodded. Sure, he could knock a guy out. It was his pleasure. He fell back a bit, allowing his sensei to move in first, straying to the side of the street. As his sensei pounched and knocked one guy out, the other's attention went to the attacker. As such he missed the boy that came from the other side. Sho didn't hesitate, but jumped up and delivered a firm round house kick to the man's temple. He fell before he could open his mouth to call for help.

Sho stared to the unconscious man for a moment and then to the civilians in front of him who were staring at him like he was the man with the knife. "What?" he said observing their scared looks. He set a step in their direction to untie them, but the fear on their faces increased. "I don't have a knife," he said annoyed. If they started screaming it would make everything worse. "I mean I can leave you be if you don't want to be untied..." He looked up to Mitsunari in the hope that the man would calm these fuckers down while muttering: "Freaking weirdo's..."

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Zakito Hon,

Hon Clan Leader | Jounin commander | Imperial confidante | Konohagakure, at home


Sitting in the living room Zakito read the journal. It was written by a veteran of the Great War, who had experienced most of his time at the northern front of the war. While Zakito had been at every front, he hadn't been that long at the northern front, which was for to combat the Earth country and for some time against the Lightning country - a few skirmishes only happened before the Fire and Lightning decided to work together against their common enemy, which was the Earth country.

Akimoto was playing with Daisuke, the direwolf pup. The boy had found some joy in trying to hide from the pup, who would begin to whine softly and try to find the boy. While Akimoto often managed to sneak away, the pup kept finding him. Making the boy try it again. Zakito shook his head as a smile dawned on his lips. Reading further he read a part where the author had faced the fierce defenses that the earth country forces had mounted upon various fortifcations. Bringing up a memory of the past.

It is in the year 461 when the forces of the Fire country were being pressed back by a successful streak of invasion and operations from the forces of the Water country. A certain detachment of the military was stranded in the southern part of the country, threatened to be cut off from support and supplies. This became known as one of the most desperate attacks in the war as a part of that detachment tried to break through the makeshift blockade as well driving the forces of the Water country out of the country.

Seeing this is more than a decade ago, it was before Zakito gained his sharingan eye, being a captain of a company. A few NPC's will make an entrance and depature in the following parts as well showing how Zakito became known/befriended them.

"GET TO COVER!"

The ground rocked as he moved into cover. Hiding behind a tree the young man closed briefly his eyes. Men and women screaming, either to tell others to get some cover or being in pain, wanting some help. However, that wasn't easy as from the sky a large amount of debris was falling. Causing trees to be knocked down and taking down men and women. Staying in cover, Zakito leant to the right to try to get a sight on the outpost that they were attempting to take back.

"GET TO---"

The man who shouted the order was cut off from a large rock coming down, knocking down a tree. Instantly Zakito lowered himself, his left arm raised to protect his head. Smoke, snow, dust and clutches of ground were thrown up in the air. A loud and painful pitch rang through his ear as the defensive set siege weaponry were launching just more than rocks and debris at them. Pots filled with fire and oil and not to mention the arrows as stones being shot and flung at their direction. His breathing got heavier and more irregular as he glanced at what he could see in front of him. Soldiers and shinobi alike, trying to put the advance and getting ready for the moment that they could storm the defensive.

For a moment it was that it was so unnatural. It was December. It was the time of the year when he should have been with family and at home, making sure that the snow wouldn't be a problem in front of their home. Reading a book or two inside, where it was warm. Discussing matters with his father or writing Sahoru a letter on how he missed Magnhild. The keep where he had spent most of his youth in the inner circle. But now he could just see men and women of his age running, trying to survive as the enemy desperately tried to deter their plans and movement. Licking his lips the young man quickly threw a look past, trying to see if he could see an enemy. But up ahead were only trees and bushes.

"Captain?! Captain! Help!"

The shouting and screaming of somebody close by brought Zakito back to reality. Getting up, the grip on his sword's handle tightened. "Keep moving!" He shouted, gesturing with his weapon, before sheathing it. Hearing the scream for help coming to his left, a little up ahead, Zakito would start to sprint. Nearby a pot would collide against a tree, unleashing both hot oil and some flames. Cursing Zakito raised his left hand and arm again as he kept running. Spotting a figure on the ground, crying and shouting out loud Zakito quickly noticed what was wrong. A rock had crashed down and not only slammed the man down but was on top of him. Quickly crouching near the man Zakito's hands started to tremble.

"H-Help!" The man screamed, trying to push the rock, but it was clear that there wasn't much that could be done. The right side of the man was under the rock and judging by the red snow and the dark stains on the man's armour and clothing, it was likely too late. Quickly looking back he could see that they were further ahead as the bombardment of the defenders discouraged most of the troops to move further.

They all were going to die, however, if they wouldn't advance...​


Snow slowly fell from the sky, as if it was oblivious that there was no peace in the world. Slowly falling from the dark grey blanket that covered the sky, shielding the sun away from the war that brought violence on a scale never seen on the earth. Coming closer to the trees that didn't have any leaves, colouring the forest in a lush green colour. Falling between the men and women who stood in a circle, their faces set in grim, blank or gloomy expressions. Dirtied, hungry and exhausted.

"Seems we're cut off." He said, scratching his neck. It was hard to read his features as there was a mixture of dirt, ash and perhaps even dried blood on his face. "Damn bastards will likely advance further and then we have failed..."

Silence followed his words as the other men and women kept their eyes focused on the commander. "So, we either bunker in and hope for a glorious last standing or being starved out." He stated, his tone grim and harsh. "Or we risk to push and break through, regrouping on the correct side."

"What do you mean the correct side?! We can't just leave this open to those bastards?!" A woman sneered, disgust flowing over her features. Gesturing to her left she continued. "Those are people that live and serve in the same nation that we are dying for! Can't just leave them to rot under the tyranny of those sea cows!"

Some grumbled, agreeing while others remained quiet. Zakito rested his left hand on the handle of his sword. Briefly, he glanced at his right. Akio licked his lips as he lowered his head. Wondering how the Uchiha thought about abandoning the people in the south, Zakito wasn't sure if his friend was agreeing or disagreeing with the plan. It was mostly Cho, who held so far a tough fight against the invaders in the area they were in and south of them. But now the forces of the Water country were punching between the border of the Sarutobi and the Cho clans. People of the same culture his clan was part off. Yet Zakito felt the need to agree, cause he felt the need to go to defend his own people. If the enemy broke through they wouldn't likely spare his relatives and kin.

"We're going to do this. Those who want to stay behind can stay behind. I wish you the best of heaven, but if you get cut down like grain than your own bloody fault!"



"Please... I don't wanna die!" The man cried, giving up on pushing the rock away. Zakito frowned as he looked back at the man. Grabbing the man by the shoulder he wasn't sure what to say. What to say to a man who was doomed to die a painful, slow death? You serve your country well? Ancestors smile upon you? Fuck, the country could use always more and the man's ancestors were dead. He wasn't even sure what the man was as he could even not believe in ancestors. "Hang in there!" Zakito grumbled, squeezing the man in his shoulder. The man continued to cry as Zakito got up and started to run again.

He knew he had to get behind the line of where the defenders couldn't bombard him with projectiles. Something whizzled past, causing Zakito to fall on his stomach. Snow was whipped up and slammed in his face as he did so, feeling a biting cold against his skin. Grunting Zakito kept himself low as a few arrows passed over him. Soon enough, however, somebody dropped next to him.

"We're sitting ducks here!" Akio shouted. "We need to take out those damn siege equipment!" Nodding Zakito remained low. Taking a second to consider what the plan was again he threw a look at the Uchiha. His bright red eyes had something dreadful as dried blood and dirt were smeared on his face. "Where is the commander?!" Zakito shouted, trying to make himself audible with the chaos and noise around them.

"Died! Arrow in the gut! The left side is now at a standstill! I was hoping you had booked more ground here!" Akio shouted back. Zakito felt how his will took a big hit. The left was at a standstill? But the plan was that they would reach the defences first and ease it up for them to approach the outpost. How were they going to do this now? Retreating wasn't an option as they were stuck and how would he convey the order to fall back without not losing the entire force here and now?

"By the damned black pits..." He cursed in Chonobi, briefly raising up to look up ahead. He could see the small clearing where the forest came to a stop, but where the outpost that they had to take back was located. "Get the first and second platoon and try to push with the left forward! I am taking charge now! Keep on going!" Zakito shouted at Akio as he grabbed the Uchiha briefly by the shoulder. "We're going break through and stop those bastards from blowing us to hell!"

Akio briefly wavered but nodded. Determination became clear in the man's features as he patted Zakito on his shoulder. Without any regards for his life, the Uchiha jumped up and shouted something. Hearing what the man said, Zakito couldn't help but grin a bit. Getting up he would look back. Various shinobi and soldiers had managed to find cover, while clearly not eager to take the lead if their captain wasn't going forward as well.

"Come on! Charge, charge!" Zakito shouted. Drawing his sword once more he started to run. Shouts and battle cries followed as more followed him. An arrow grazed his shoulder, but Zakito kept on running. The snow was somewhat annoying, but the desperation had taken over. Becoming a drive instead of a deterrence.

Soon enough he found himself running over the clearance, screaming his lungs out as arrows and stones passed him. But not alone, as a few even managed to run past. Spotting how a soldier with the banner ran past him, Zakito came to a halt. Turning back he raised his left hand in a fist and shouted as loud as he could.

"Third squad! Move up and prepare for counter volley! Light those bastards up!" He said, turning back. From this range, the siege weaponry couldn't launch projectiles at them, but archers and men with slings or javelins had all the room to bother them. Already did the clearance start to become dotted with fallen soldiers and shinobi, colouring the snow with their blood. A bit ahead was the banner carier, who had been taken down - four arrows stuck in his body. Biting his lower lip, Zakito threw a look over his shoulder. More soldiers and shinobi stormed out of the forest, a mixture of panicked screams and determined battlecries flowing through the air with them. A group of archers formed a loose formation behind Zakito, starting to prepare for a volley. Some of the arrows having a small, round object attached to them while others had a tag.

"Loose!"

On the command the group released the arrows. Soaring through the sky there wasn't any reaction at first. Only after a few moments did a few small explosions rock a segement of the defensive that they were assaulting. "Suppress that damn tower!" Zakito pointed with his left hand at the tower from where various archers and others laid fire on them. Just as he wanted to run and advance, keep on leading the attack, a sharp pain spread over his shoulder. Barely able to register what it was Zakito didn't try to look at it. However, unable to help it, he quickly looked and noticed that it was a stone instead of an arrow, what he had expected. Starting to run again from the left battle cries and screams could be detected as one collective.

Realising that Akio was now leading the charge from the left Zakito ran towards the fallen banner carrier. Sheathing his sword he would grab the banner as he ran past. Already there were some men and women up ahead that had reached the wall made from wood and earth. Approaching the group Zakito spotted some shinobi taking cover, but not yet climbing the walls.

"Ready up! We're going to take those walls! I want those who can't climb up now to get ready to do so in a bit!" Few of them nodded, but most of them just stayed silent and were more worried to not have an arrow or any projectile ending their lives. Few of the shinobi already took a step back and moulding chakra at their hand and feet. Planting the flag on the ground Zakito prepared as well. Catching his breath he wasn't certain if he was going to laugh or cry at the fact at how things were going. Starting the climb, followed by the others, Zakito noticed a defender peering over the wall down. Halting his climb, Zakito reached out to his pouch as the eyes of the defender widened, his lips parting.

"They---"

The sentence was cut off as a shuriken found its way to the man's face, impaling the eye. Screaming and leaning back from the pain, the defender vanished from Zakito's sight. Realising that it would be done if the defenders would shift their focus from the clearance to the shinobi climbing the wall, he started to continue the climb.

"THERE! LOOSE!"

Stones, javelins and arrows made short work of some shinobi, who got hit. Some dropped without as much of a scream while others released a yelp or shout before being pelted down. Trying to continue, Zakito didn't want to look at the right. A javelin grazed his back, causing the Hon to almost panic. Trying to steel himself he kept up, not wanting to fall behind of some others. They were very close to the top, but just as Zakito could reach out and lung over the battlements, something hit his face from above. While he tried to look away, a sharp sensation travelled over his face as his muscles froze. A taste of iron came up in his mouth as he tried to realise what happened. Becoming slightly dizzy Zakito tried to push himself over the wall as some other shinobi had managed. The sound of steel clashing and people screaming and shouting became more blurred out as a warm sensation travelled over the left side of his face.

Moving over the battlement Zakito didn't waste any second to draw his sword. Raising his weapon he already moved the blade to parry an incoming strike. In a quick and fluid movement the Hon would manouvre his own blade as he stepped to the right to then move it forwards, impaling a defender in the side. Cursing softly Zakito would kick the screaming defender backwards, yanking his blade out at the same time. Spotting movement in the corner of his right eye he tried to turn and face the newest threat. Only for a familiar face to strike the imment threat down. "Missed me?!" Akio shouted, forced to face against another defender that tried to make short work of the Uchiha.

More shinobi managed to get up, driving the defenders to focus on them as less projectiles crossed and took down the desperate attackers. Slowly, but surely they started to even win ground as the defenders were forced to retreat, most of them not eager to face their attackers in close range when armed with weapons made to take them down at a distance. "Akio! Advance to the left! I will take the gate." Zakito shouted. His friend nodded before turning around and gesturing as ordering others to follow him. Walking back to the battlements Zakito pointed at various shinobi. "Drop the ropes! Now! Go, go, go!"

Hurrying to do as ordered, the ropes were set up as it provided a way for soldiers to climb up. With this done Zakito waited, using the moment to catch his breath. It was evident that the defenders had to regroup and prepare to meet them at a closer range. Raising his hand briefly at his face, he couldn't feel anything but a sharp pain at his left eye and side of his face. Lowering his hand he spotted blood but wasn't sure if it was really his or that of the enemies he had taken down.

"Sir!" A voice spoke up, causing Zakito to half turn around as a medical nin approached him. The man seemed worried, which almost confused Zakito for a moment. "Stand still, I will patch you up, just one second." The man stated, preparing a technique - which was evident by him weaving handsignals. First wanting to refuse the man's offer of help, Zakito threw a glance. There weren't enough soldiers or shinobi on the wall yet to take the main gate with him. Allowing the man to attend to his left side of his face, he spoke up. "What's the damage?"

"Seems something sharp carved your face, captain, sir. No worries, I can take off it, but not sure... about your eye." The man said, his hands shaking. Standing still Zakito felt how the pain stung him at his face again but started to vanish at a slow rate. He couldn't register what the man meant about his eye, resulting in the question. "What about it? Can't you fix it?"

"No, I am sorry sir... the bleeding has stopped... I have.." The man wavered, lowering his hands. Realising now that he was working only with his right eye Zakito briefly lifted his left hand to touch the left side of his face. He couldn't see his hand nearing his face. "Thanks." He muttered as the man nodded and ran to attend to the next person. For a second Zakito had forgotten in what kind of situation he was in. Biting his lip he decided to worry later about the loss of his left eye. "Gather up! Time to make those bastards pay!"

Raising his sword Zakito turned around, starting to walk as he was followed by soldiers and shinobi who were more than ready to even the score with the defenders.
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Sharing a Name

A Flashback between Gerontis and Fieryfly

Two weeks after the end of the Great War


Summary:
Zakito and Hisoka meet on top of the mountain that looks over Konoha. Zakito has just been appointed as Sandaime Hokage and Hisoka has just been appointed captain of the Hokage Guard. The two meet at their regular place and chat about normal things until Hisoka decides to share his yobina with Zakito. Zakito, in his turn, shares his lineage.


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Hisoka trudged his way up the hill. He could run or possibly devise a number of ways to get up there faster, but he always decided against it. There was no reason to run anymore and there was a lingering feeling that he had to watch his back. In his left hand he held a bottle of sake that ticked against his leg with each slow step. With each tick he moved a bit further above the city. So he would be able to see it lay before him. The city that still lived.

It took him about ten minutes to reach the top and when he did he found a familiar figure already sitting on the spot that they had made their own. As much as you could make a spot your own in two weeks. But for him it felt like they had been sitting their for years now. Somehow these two weeks of strange peace seemed like forever. So many things changed, so many things had not. It was a weird sensation.

He approach the figure and placed the bottle of sake down next to him before sitting down himself. "You got off early," he said in a slightly mocking voice.

The figure briefly threw a look sideways, before a chuckle would escape him. "Yeah. I did." The person said, though he didn't sound like he was certain about it himself. Staring at the view in front of them there was a slight hint of confusion visible on the features of the figure. "What about you? I am not going to be in trouble for drinking here with you, will I" He asked trying to sound cheerful, wondering about it for a moment. It felt weird. Surreal, to be here with Hisoka. Not needing to worry about an attack or ambush. Or that they would have to be ready for new orders to go there or take over this or that place. Or the worst: hearing that a certain person wasn't alive anymore.

"Who will know that you are drinking here? I am not going to rat you out or I might get in trouble." He said it with a faint smile, but his eyes weren't following. He tucked his legs beneath him so that he was sitting on his knees. Such a formal position, he realized and immediately switched to sitting crosslegged. With one hand he uncorked the bottle, but instead of pouring it he just stared at the liquid as it sloshed back and forth.

He offered the bottle to Zakito after a moment and turned his eyes to the city. Everything was so... quiet. Especially from this high up that they couldn't hear voices or discern any type of movement. It was just a city that was moving on. "Thanks for letting me stay at your place," he finally said. He had said it before when Zakito had offered for the first time, but he felt the need to repeat it as he stared to the houses below. He could see the compound from here, his father was behind those walls. "I hope I am not too much of a bother to live with."

The reply of Hisoka caused Zakito gain a faint smile as he realised that the Uchiha had a point. Noticing that the bottle was offered Zakito muttered a thanks before he would take a small swig from it. "Not bad. Didn't know you had gained a good taste for alcohol," he said, wanting to further joke about it. Realising that it could be wrong to joke about how it was back with alcohol, Zakito opted for silence. When Hisoka thanked him, the Hon just nodded at first. "I prefer some company. Not sure how you feel about it, but," a frown appeared on his brow, "Without anybody around I don't feel at home. Truth be told, I want to head back to the place where I grew up. Sad fact is that I can't." Wanting to take another swig, Zakito would offer the bottle to Hisoka. "Where did you get this?"

Going home. The walls of the Uchiha compound seemed to almost light up as Zakito said it as of the clouds parted and just that one ray of sunshine had to hit it to put more emphasis on Zakito's words. Company though, that Hisoka did understand. He missed it. He missed her and them. "I share the feeling..." he said slowly as he took the bottle. "Oh, this? I took it from the office. So technically I stole it from you, but since I am giving it back now I'm hoping I will be forgiven for that mistake." He took a swig. The alcohol burned down his throat. Somehow he had never liked the taste much and yet drinking it was strangely statisfying. Sharing a bottle of sake with a friend was a good feeling.

"You did? I suppose that I can forgive you then. Didn't know that the Hokage office had such beverage. You should show me next time where you got it from." He joked back, shaking his head slightly at the thought. Staring down at the city he couldn't help but wonder. All kind of questions and thoughts moved through his mind. "I must ask, do you expect this to last? I mean, this peace and serenity?" Zakito asked, frowning once more. "I don't want to complain about it, but well..." His voice trailed off. Somewhere he was certain that he wasn't in need to explain what he meant. Hisoka understood him.

"You'll be surprised what the office has if you actually start wandering around in it. Not that I have wasted my job time on that, of course," Hisoka tried to joke, but Zakito's subsequent question ruined the mood only ever so slightly. Would peace last? Hell, his body hadn't even realized it was peace yet and he was wondering when it would start to understand that there was no one hiding behind the moving curtains that fluttered before the open window at night. He had a nightmare last night, that was a first. A nightmare of being back on that bridge. Maybe his mind was actually slowly realizing that he was not in danger anymore so it could actually bring him back to things that had transpired that he had burried away when fighting. But he couldn't let that happen because he didn't want to remember that.

"It will last," he said then. "For a time. Hopefully a long time, but honestly considering the history of the world we live in it is just a question of 'how long'." It was a depressing answer. "I wonder how one can forget fighting."

Taking a moment to realise that he had an office now was weird. Duty was something he had grown up with. Who not of his generation? But the idea of what he was now started to dawn upon him. Or was it because Hisoka actually was the first to make him not think bad about it? Possibly, he thought to himself. "Perhaps by drinking enough? I once heard that the best and worst fighters are those who are drunk." Zakito replied. "Not that I can say that I understand what it is meant with that, though. But suppose we can make this work." The man said, though not able to convince himself. Trying to think of something that didn't involve any memory or relevance to the four years of hell they went through, Zakito chuckled. "You know, I wonder if there is that old pub still in town. I was never really allowed to go there... what was the name again... The Staggering Swine. Sounds really dirty, but it used to be a place where lots of people came to enjoy an evening of drinking and singing together. I once met this girl. Do you think I am still allowed to spend evenings like that?"

"You're Hokage. You are allowed basically everything if you really desire them." Hisoka's remark was more sarcastic than he meant. He sighed and took another sip from the bottle before passing it back to his friend. A man he had spend four years in hell with. A man who knew and trusted him in a way that only one other person in his life did. A man who had offered his home to him when he had none to go back to. "You'll probably get way too much attention though for it to be fun. I am pretty sure you were a popular guy before, I mean you are handsome enough for it, but now everyone will want to shake your hand. How will you ever get to a drink and a girl with a crowd around you?"

"Heh, that is just great." Zakito said, smirking a little at the sarcasm. Accepting the bottle he would take a swig from the bottle. Hearing the comment of Hisoka, Zakito would throw a look at his friend. An amused expression was shown on his features as he would answer back. "Luckily I can count on my good and capable captain and protector, right? Just so that I can do whatever I want." The thought, however, that he was handsome enough for it almost made him laugh. "And not sure. Perhaps you can think of something? Then again, it is as you say." Raising the bottle once more Zakito continued. "I am handsome, so perhaps I should consider trying to dance with two girls?" Taking a smaller sip, he would offer the bottle back to Hisoka.

Hisoka laughed out loud. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn't help it. Zakito proclaiming he was handsome, somehow it was priceless. "Only two girls? I'm sure you could do better. " He took the bottle back, still chuckling, and shook his head. He hadn't laughed out loud in awhile. He took a big swig from the bottle and placed it down on the ground next to him before falling backwards in the grass. He stared up to the sky. "You figure you'll meet that special someone in that crowd though?" he asked. "Might be a bit hard to get to know all of them if you dance with two every night."

"You think? Gods, am I that handsome?" Zakito asked out loud, smiling now as he heard Hisoka laugh. "And good question. Then again, I am the Hokage. Lord Sandaime, wasn't it?" He became silent for a few seconds. "I suppose that I should else just see if I can marry... more than one girl? Is that even allowed?" He asked out loud, not able to contain himself as he started to chuckle. The thought was weird. "I know how we can solve this problem, my dear captain!" The Hon threw another look at Hisoka.

"You know how to pose as somebody. I will just be in one place as myself, dancing and drinking with one girl. You will be at another. Nothing that can go wrong with that, right?"

"You are irresistable." Hisoka said grinning as he listened to Zakito ramble on about multiple marriages. His plan sounded hilarious in a way, almost tempting to try. Could he pose as Zakito? "Oh, yeah, I'll just be like..." Hisoka lowered his voice ever so slightly to mimick that of Zakito a bit more. "My name is Zakito Hon. But perhaps you might know me as... The current Hokage. And also... lover of many." He snorted, but then his smile disappeared. He was still staring to the sky, clouds passed by and he watched them go.

"Da- My father told me he canceled my marriage with Harumi," he said then. "Or well told... he send a letter detailing that the deal was off. Telling would be too much I guess."

The smile stayed on his face as he couldn't help but feel a bit relieved. The thoughts of how many of his comrades and peers had perished away in the fire and darkness of the Great war weren't present as Hisoka managed to cause him to enjoy himself. He was even certain that they could have laughed and enjoyed themselves if Hisoka hadn't brought the bottle of sake. "See? You're a natural." He stated, becoming silent afterwards. Hisoka's last comment caused the silence to linger for a long moment. Knowing his place as a Hokage, Zakito now wished that the fun sarcastic comment was real. Wanting to say something Zakito's lips parted. Yet no word came out. What should he say? He would see Shozo? If anything Zakito was painfully aware that not everybody was happy with him being the third Hokage. He wasn't even certain that he was okay with it. Things would have been way better if Daisuke had continued his tenure. He would know what to do to help out Hisoka. To make certain wounds would be healed. Nobody had ever taught him how to approach and deal with one of the most influential clan leaders in the nation.

"I am starting to dislike letters," he just said. A pause followed his cryptic answer as he lowered his head to look at his hands. "I am sorry. I will try to do something about it, really." The young man added, but he was too afraid to make a promise. Promises he couldn't keep, a crime he had comitted too many times by now. "I guess, heh... yeah..." Zakito became silent as he knew that this was too serious to joke about.

"No offense, I mean I just said that you can do anything you want as Hokage, but you really can't fix this. Nor should you." Hisoka's voice was even, like he was making just a normal statement. He had never felt any particular feelings towards Harumi in the few times that he had met her, but he had lived years with the knowledge that she would be his wife eventually. He wondered what he thought about this, but hadn't had the balls to actually write her to ask. Visiting seemed even more out of the question. "Some things are just clan things..." he trailed off as he thought about that statement. "But hey," he said flipping around on his stomach, "I guess that means we could both go to the bar to try and find a girl." He didn't sound particulary excited for it. He looked at Zakito from the corner of his eyes, his hand searched for the bottle next to him. When he found it he took a swig of the content, waited for the liquid to disappear down his throat before speaking again.

"We are friends," he said. It was both a statement as well as a question.

Somewhere it did hurt that Hisoka said that he couldn't fix this. Wasnt that his task? What a Hokage he already was. Not even able to help his friend. Instantly Zakito wondered how Daisuke would fix it. Probably only needing five minutes with Hisoka's father and then everything would be arranged. Knowing himself, he would need way more than five minutes. Even worse : he was aware that Hisoka was right in his statement. "Oh, I guess you're right." He mumbled, shifting his gaze once more back at the city. Hearing the 'suggestion' Zakito threw a look at Hisoka. "Yeah, that's true." Was his answer, though he didn't seem to get up. In fact, Zakito wasn't certain if they would head to a bar this evening.

Then as Hisoka's last comment was said, Zakito remained silent for a moment. "Yeah, we are. We are friends."

"There is..." There was hestitation. It was not that he couldn't find the words, there was more a thought that he wasn't sure if he could speak them. If he was allowed to. Involuntary his eyes shot around the clearing as if he expected other people to suddenly appear. Did Zakito have guards? No, he knew that he didn't. He knew everything about the security of the Hokage because a lot he had helped to design. He was the guard there.

"There is not much of the Uchiha that I currently carry. The Sharingan, a surname that brings prestige and an angry father. Despite that I am still one and I would like to share something of it with you." Hisoka sat up, his eyes serious. He did not have his father now to call him home, or his mother to say his name. His sister was long gone. But he had a friend. But it had never before been his job to tell. He had always figured that he would state it at his wedding with Harumi.

"In my culture, at my home, we are known by two names. One you know. I would like to share with you the other one, if you are willing to hear it and are willing to promise never to share."

While not sure what to expect Zakito remained silent. Growing curious as Hisoka continued, Zakito already was trying to guess what he was going to hear. While the words that he also had somebody to rely on to carry some of the weight, Zakito was certain that he wasn't in need of saying that. That and this wasn't the moment where such words were desired, he figured. "I can promise that." The young man said, surprised at how he managed to sound so serious. A second name that was secret? Why? Instead of asking Zakito remained silent, feeling both honoured and worried. Though this was going to be a promise he would keep.

Hisoka scratched the back of his head with his left hand as if suddenly not knowing what to say. Ever since he was small he had known himself by that name in the same way he knew himself as Hisoka. His mother almost always called him by that other name. It meant something that was difficult to express in words and he was quite sure that Zakito was confused at the moment. He wondered how much he could explain. You didn't share the yobina unless it mattered, unless it was really a special occassion and a special person. There was no physical thing that stopped you from talking about it, but mentally there was. It had been drilled into him how special that name was, who could use it, when to use it, who could know, who could not. The weight of it, he wasn't sure if Zakito could ever understand, as he was sure that there were things in Zakito's family that he would never get.

"It is called a yobina," he explained. "It is a name an Uchiha gets at birth from their parents. A name that is only used by them and by other close relatives. It signifies a certain... bond. You're not supposed to talk about it with strangers..." It was a shitty explanation and Hisoka sighed in annoyance at his inability to express this in proper words.

"I am permitted to share it with someone I consider a close friend, as in someone I know that is never going to betray me or my trust in them. Since we fought in hell for four years and since you have become way less of a dick since then... Well, just that. So, nice to meet you Zakito Hon. My name is Kouzai." Hisoka lowered his head ever so slightly.

Zakito remained silent. There were a few moments he wanted to speak up. Joke that it was a good thing that he wasn't that much of a stranger. Or that he was perhaps still a dick, that Hisoka just got charmed by his dashing looks. Yet, he would just stay silent. Paying close attention to what Hisoka said Zakito was almost afraid that he was going to mis something or not able to understand what he meant. But he actually understood what the other meant. Or at least, he figured that he could understand it somewhat. Scratching his throat Zakito wasn't sure at first how to react. Sure, some people didn't regard this perhaps as special. But knowing how powerful a name could be Zakito was touched, honoured and for a moment uncertain.

"The please is all mine, Kouzai." The name was spoken slow and cautious as if it was something fragile. Something that he didn't want to drop and risk breaking. "I think it is only fair to return the favour. Can't say that it is my name, but you could consider it mine." Realising that he wasn't doing a great job at explaining what he was going to say Zakito sighed softly. "I think that I understand what this.. Yobina is. There is a certain name that isn't just shared from my culture as well. Not that it is super secretive. Think with some research and luck you could have figured it out. And don't worry," Zakito tried to joke, "It isn't a joke or a reference to my looks. But if we are going to reveal such names, then allow me to introduce myself."

Lowering his head ever so slightly Zakito continued, "Zakito Hon of the Atsushi lineage. Or well... Zakito Atsushi Hon. The name I have from my ancestor. Am not supposed to use it to impress the ladies or political figures, which is a shame."

"Zakito Hon of the Atsushi lineage," Hisoka repeated ever so slowly. He hadn't figured that the Uchiha would be the only one working with a different set of names that different from their public one's and while this one was indeed different there was a sort of similarity in it. For a moment there was a silence as he let the names rest between them. Nothing changed, and yet something had. He didn't expect Zakito to ever actually actively use his yobina, but the fact that he knew it meant something.

Then his serious facade broke. "That would be a terrible name to pick up chicks with. Way too long." He grinned. "Now mine on the other hand, that would work marvelously. It even has a dark side to it making it all mysterious." He wiggled his fingers up and down before his face. "But unfortunately I can't use it either. Seems I am doomed to a life of loneliness."

It was weird. Only people who ever had refered or spoken to him like that were a handful. And most of them weren't even alive anymore. So somewhere it did hurt as Hisoka said it, but it was also good. Thinking about it Zakito remembered the news he had received this morning. The fact that Katsuro had taken the leadership and what this all meant. Was this what he had fought four years for? What he now deserved for surviving? As Hisoka spoke up the serious and depressing thoughts were shoved away as Zakito bursted out in laughter. "I know right? Though I suppose it is a good thing that Atsushi is revered. At least, among my people. So, perhaps we can be doomed together?" Zakito suggested in a joking manner. The idea that he would grow old, becoming some cranky man who would complain about the youth and talking about the past. With a good friend. It wasn't that bad, he thought to himself. "Kouzai." Zakito softly repeated the name again. "It does sounds better than Hisoka. Why do you keep it a secret?" The young man asked, both curious as wanting to lighten the conversation a bit up.

His father had been the last to use that name in a not so friendly context. Hearing it here was not like he expected. "Not sure if it sounds better. I like both names just fine. It does sound more... whimsical. As for why a secret..." Hisoka almost shrugged. "Why do you keep your lineage secret? Atsushi sounds like a perfectly sound name to use as Hokage. In my clan we gladly share the name of our ancestor. But I guess, one, because I was told so, but two because... because it is something just for your and those close to you. The connection of family is not one that you can ever replace and the name also signifies that connection. I mean, man, I remember if my mom used that name in like a demanding tone, I would be scared like crazy. She hardly got mad at me, but if she did and she used that name in that demanding tone of her the discussion was so over. So I guess it holds power in some way." He shot Zakito a look, serious for a moment. "You can't use it around any of our friends, ever."

A sound name, Zakito realised the irony of the comment, but before answering the questions he would nod slowly. "Understood. You have my word on it." Genuinely curious to learn more about the Yobina and how it was Zakito wondered if he could study it later. The thought of asking a meeting with Shozo to have a friendly conversation about it wouldn't be a great idea. Deciding to not ever do such a thing without consulting Hisoka first Zakito would speak up. "Well," he took a deep breathe in, sighing out loud a moment later. It was a bit odd actually to explain this to an Uchiha, he realised. "If we take a look at how long ago we consider the Warring clans period to be over, one could argue that it is not that long ago. There are probably still some greybeards retelling the days of old when various clans clashed before becoming part of the same nation. Same as how this Yobina," saying the word slowly as he didn't mean any disrespect and tried to avoid saying it wrong, "Works, you can compare it to my lineage. My culture isn't fond of sharing. Might have to do with the fact we have a past of wanting to take instead of trade, but I like to believe that it is because it is something personal. It is my ancestor and not something I should just blurt out about." He wasn't sure if Hisoka understood what he meant, but decided that his friend was more than capable of understanding that this was something serious and personal. "We are raised with the idea that your lineage is something that you will pass on. With some luck, you'll become revered and begin a new one. Considered you're accepted to join the most honored and best of ancestors. You know, feasting and spending time with heroes of old and those who have yet to come."

A small silence followed his words as Zakito briefly glanced at his hands. "It is a bit weird to explain this to you. Next to it being personal there is a... distrust." He decided to phrase it like that. Fear wasn't it. No Hon would state he or she was afraid of the Uchiha and nor did Zakito assume that the Uchiha would ever admit that they were afraid of the Hons. Yet, why didn't this count for him and Hisoka? "I am not great in explaining it. Nor did my parents use to make me go to bed on time. I did hear a lot of stories. Me and..." for a second he stopped talking. A pained expression flowed over his features as he remembered who he had lost once more. "I used to play adventures with my older brother. He was supposed to be Atsushi and I was his helper. Crafting the best weapons from wood to slay beasts of legend and myths. I was always the helper."

It was difficult to understand what Zakito was saying. Or well, not difficult to understand, but difficult to accept as truth. And he knew he didn't have to and yet he wished to try. Feasting with your ancestor, it was such a strange thought. It made him almost laugh to imagine meeting Yoshimitsu in person and actually having a conversation with him. That would be insane. And humbling. And increadibly terrifying. He was quite sure that he would never be able to utter one single word to that man. He would just be bowing endlessly.

When Zakito halted his explanation with the word 'distrust' Hisoka could understand his feelings. These were things you were not supposed to share. They were not friends if they took their history to heart and while Hisoka knew that the city of Konohagakure was trying to open up new relations between people it was difficult to forget the past. Uchiha and Hon didn't get along. His father had shown that clear enough. Uchiha and Hon were enemies and trust between them was hard to build. But on a battlefield trust was created by actions, not by names and when you were on a battlefield long enough you didn't even remember where you fellow teammembers came from. You just knew they were teammembers who would die for you and you for them.

"Playing adventures sounds like fun," Hisoka mused, his own thoughts inevitably going back to Suchi. He pushed her face away. "I am not good at explaining it either, because I am not entirely sure that I understand. And yet I do because it has always been there for me." He sighed and downed some more of the white sake.

"I think it is a good name, Atsushi. Regardless of what it means for you. Thanks for sharing."

"Heh, shame that we don't pray. If there is the day that I will meet Atsushi who found my lineage, I will make sure he will hear you approved of his name." Zakito said, smiling. Glancing at the bottle, the frown of before appeared once more on Zakito's brow. "Though now what about giving me another swig? You know where to find this, but I have yet to discover even where most of material can found in that damned spacious office!" He joked.

Hisoka grinned and held the bottle above his head in an attempt to keep it away from Zakito's hands. "Let that be my first request to you as Hokage Guard Captain. Get to know you office. Because I cannot always be the one to sneak out the booze, can I now?" He dangled the bottle before Zakito's face. "But I guess for now... to new names." And he handed him the bottle but not before drinking the last bit of the sake out of it.

"Aye, to new..." Grinning at first Zakito frowned once again. Feeling the empty weight of the bottle he threw a feigned glare in the direction of his friend. "I start to see the evil in your name. But fair enough, next smuggling will be done by me. Likely will have to bring two bottles. I think you've spend perhaps too much time with Sakamoto, drinking." The young man stated, chuckling. Placing the empty bottle next to him, Zakito would lay on his back with his hands at the back of his head. Perhaps peace wasn't going to be bad or nerve-wrecking at all?

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~All that is left for now, is to Dream~
Part 2 Nightmare


~The post includes use of other peoples characters through the imagination and Dream of Yoshikuni Sadako. Anything that occurs using those characters is not real and is not to be taken as a serious action of the character. The entirety of the post is written solely by me.~


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How long has it been since she started crying? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Kuni wasn't sure. All she knew was that the tears kept coming because of this impossible situation. And throughout the entire time, the warm embrace of her mother had kept her warm. She could barely hear people that passed by, if any even passed by. Right now she mostly heard her mom's soft humming. When she finally started to spread her arms to the sides, Hanako let the young girl go and stood up. It took Kuni another moment before she followed suit, still with her back to Hanako.

"W-w-why are you h-here?" Kuni's voice was heard, though it was rather weak and shaky "Y-you're d-d-" She quickly cut herself short, not wanting to say it. She felt that she was in a complete conflict right now, as it has been well over two years since her mother died, yet she was standing right behind her. She wanted to hug her endlessly, but feared the moment she tried touching her then her mom would vanish right in front of her.

"You have every right to be fearful and confused. You know that no matter what, I will always be here to help you when you needed help." Hanako said in a soft, comforting voice "Just as you were there to help me whenever I needed help." Placing her right hand on Kuni's right shoulder, The woman's face would keep having a gentle smile "Now please, look at me."

Sniffing her nose some more, Kuni closed her eyes. What if the moment she did turn, Hanako wouldn't be there anymore? But something inside her told her it will be okay. She turned around on the spot with her eyes still closed. A minute later she slowly opened them, only to see Hanako standing there, smiling. Her eyes soon watered up, but this time Kuni did her best to stay standing, even though she felt her legs could give any moment.

Offering her hand once more to Kuni, Hanako kept talking in a happy tone "You were always so in touch with your emotions, my little Yoshikuni." She said and her smile grew as Kuni finally grabbed a hold of her hand "Now then, you wanted to know why I'm here. I think you know exactly why I'm here." She said as she pulled Kuni slightly closer to her and placed her free hand on Kuni's head.

Kuni wiped her eyes with her free hand as she also slowly let go of her mom's hand "You promised to always be at my side." She said in a soft voice, and Hanako nodded "You were quite busy since I've been gone. The fact you ran away really surprised me, you were never one to just run away without trying to face whats happening. Every other action you performed since is a proof. You helped strangers just because you felt through your technique that they were in trouble, you stood by a friend's side when the uprising begun, you supported Eiji when he lost Samaki, and the examples can keep coming."

Listening to Hanako, Kuni nodded slightly as she suddenly noticed figures that walked behind Hanako. They were blurry, but familiar "And then there was also the fact that you still don't let Eiji, or anyone else really know how you feel. Your energetic and always happy personality is something that is great to have around, but you really should unburden yourself to someone. You can go and make a million friends from all around, but if there is even a single wall standing between them and you, then they will never really reach you, nor will you reach them." She said, and Kuni noticed more blurry figures walking around them.

"You already cried on Aiko's shoulder for missing me, for fearing death and bringing it upon others, but there is still something else that stands heavy on your heart. Something you know deep but never told anyone." She said, and finally Kuni understood who were standing around her. Eiji, Samaki, Sachi, Zakito, Aiko, Akimoto, Kei, Reyna, Kiyomi, Hayate, Yumi, Katsu, Shikaroku, Sho, Hoshi and Ryoku. All standing in a circle, looking at a specific spot in the middle, right next to Kuni.

Eiji and Zakito both took a step aside and allowed another blurry figure walk to the spot everyone else looked at. Soon, blood started dripping from a stab wound in their gut as their face slowly become clear.

It was her mom's killer.​

And as quickly as all of the people around them appeared, they vanished. The store in front of her was rather empty, nearing lunch break. Looking around, people passed by her. Passed through her. Her eyes widened as she saw her mom's killer go into the store, and just barely spotted the edge of the knife he used. She tried running there, but something stopped her. Looking around once more, she realized why she couldn't go in. This was her memory. She spotted herself down the street, and then she went into a store, and everything flashed by until she saw herself running towards the shop with the crowd around it. She bumped into a man and apologized before continuing to run, just barely spotting the fact he had blood dripping from his hand.

Then it occured. Slowly she went straight through the crowd, as they werent really there, and looked inside the shop. Perhaps it was because she was there that it was possible for her to imagine how it was from the side. Then she ran away, straight to the training field and under the tree. What she remembered happening next was her staying there for 3 whole days, but her eyes widened as the area around became slightly blurry and she stood up, looking at something that just passed the training field entrance. Kuni watched as her memory self started giving chase to the man, quickly catching up to him and tackling him. He coughed blood, and upon turning him on his back she saw he was bleeding from his gut.

He pushed her off him and moved to try and suffocate her. She could barely make out what he was saying, something similair to that the woman did not give up without a fight, and he should've expected her kid would be the same, but both will die if they wont give up willingly. While one hand tried to keep the man from fully suffocating her, her other hand kept trying to reach her tool pouch. As her legs tried kicking him, a few shuriken fell out, and she missed grabbing one a couple of times, cutting her finger while managing to grab it the third time. She then stuck the shuriken right in the wound in his gut, making the man cough more blood as he fell to the side, looking at the memory Kuni as she moved to a kneeling position and grabbed his legs.

And then Kuni watched as her memory slowly vanished into the ground, the man first trying to grab the ground around him to save himself, but eventually vanishing after failing miserably. After what seemed like several minutes, Kuni came back up, breathing heavily and slowly started moving back towards the training field. After 10 minutes of following herself, she watched as her memory sat back down in the same spot Eiji will later find her at.

But was it really a memory? Was it her imagination? She wasn't certain. Feeling a warm hand on her shoulder, she looked behind her to see Hanako "This isnt a memory, and you know it. This is what really happened to him. This is why the police never found him." Her mom's voice sounded neutral, almost cold. As the hand let her go, she suddenly felt a push. She started falling into a hole, until she hit the ground, but there was something odd feeling between her and the ground. She moved to a kneeling position and her eyes widened. She quickly got up and tried to go up, but she couldn't use any techniques. Dirt started falling on her head, covering up the rotting corpse of her mom's killer, and it was Eiji, Zakito and Reyna who were burying her.

"Stop! I'm down here! Please, stop!"

But the dirt kept coming. It was soon up to her chest, and she tried to get out of it, but it came faster when she did. Barely seconds pass and the dirt was up to her chin, and then it became dark.

"Don't keep it any longer. Let someone know."



Her eyes shot open and she got up into a sitting position in an incredibly fast movement, making her back slightly ache. Her breathes were very fast and she could feel sweat going all over her body. Looking around, there was no indication of anything that changed. How long has she been asleep? Before she could try looking for an answer, a plate with a bit of food and a glass of water came in. It has been at least a few hours it if was time for the next meal.

Moving away from the bed onto the floor, Kuni looked at the food but found that she wasn't hungry at all. She wanted that dream, or nightmare, to stop haunting her. But she just kept seeing the face of that man. Grabbing the glass of water, she poured a bit onto the palm of her hand and then placed her wet hand against her face. She leaned backwards against the side of the bed, and just tried to figure out.

Did she really bury her mom's killer alive?
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A collab between IvoryHaze and Roran Hawkins



Sen asks Kensuke for advice on how to sneak around more silently.
After roughly 15 minutes four Kensuke's showed up at the clearing, each one beckoning one of the team members of Konohagakure Team 7. One of them headed towards Sen and offered her a faint smile and a nod.

"Break's over. Next excercise is individual." Was all he said, and he left for a corner of the forested trainingfield with the girl in tow. After a short while the jounin turned on his heels and faced Sen again.

"Is there anything specific, a jutsu, a skill, a technique - anything really - that you wanted to learn? That's what this is about."

Sen followed after the clone and then listened to what it had to say. She thought about it and then said "I was trying to think of a way to mask the sounds of my movements because a few of my jutsus require me to be in water." Sen would then wait for his response and suggestions.

"Being more silent?" Kensuke said. "I'm sure that someone will have invented a jutsu for that, but as far as I know it simply comes down to training." He said. "Fortunately there's a theory behind the practice which I can teach you."

She listened and nodded eagerly. "Alright, so practice and this theory. What about this theory?" Sen asked. The only way to improve was to practice and more practice, which was fine with her.

"I'll explain the basics here, but I'm sure that you can find a more detailed guide in the academy library." He replied. "Moving about silently is more of a habit than a skill. It's learning where to place your feet, using chakra almost instinctively to dampen the sound of your footsteps and teaching yourself a ... certain grace."

"Alright, so I need to practice placing my feet in places where they won't make much sound while using chakra to regularly dampen the sound?" Sen asked. She decided that she would have to make a conscious effort to practice this in everyday matters. The red headed genin would smile, and then ask "do you think there is anything I should practice in general? Accuracy? Endurance?"

"Silence is something that you just have to practice by yourself, and knowing when to do what. I can go explain it to you now, or you can visit the library to read them from someone who's better at explaining how that works than I am." He shrugged. "Not my forte. As for things to practice in general? Speed. Endurance. Shinobi combat is decided by initiative, speed and reflexes as much as it is by someone who can keeps fighting at peak efficiency for just that little bit longer." He said. "In my experience at least. Outthinking your opponent works of course, but that's something you learn along the way."

She made mental notes of what he said and would have to remember to practice a good amount if she intended to improve herself. "Okay, sounds good to me. Is there any other advice you have?" Sen asked. She might as well get as much as she could from this time alone with her sensei than let it go to waste.

"Not specifically. I haven't had a real chance to see how you do yet, so let's keep feedback for later. Is there anything else you were interested in learning?" He replied.

Sen nodded and then said "I can't think of anything at the moment, but I will let you know." She was glad she got the chance to get advice one on one with him, it seemed much simpler.

"Alright then. You're free to go!" Kensuke said, and disappeared in a puff of smoke, revealing he had been a shadow clone all along.

The red headed genin simply stared at where he had been before laughing to herself. Of course, he probably was having time with the other members of her team with shadow clones too. Shaking her head, she would start to head back home.
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A collab between Oetje and Roran Hawkins



Meilin asks Kensuke some questions in the aftermath of the last mission in lieu of training.
After roughly 15 minutes four Kensuke's showed up at the clearing, each one beckoning one of the team members of Konohagakure Team 7. One of them headed towards Meilin and offered her a faint smile and a nod.

"Break's over. Next excercise is individual." Was all he said, and he left for a corner of the forested trainingfield with the girl in tow. After a short while the jounin turned on his heels and faced Meilin again.

"Is there anything specific, a jutsu, a skill, a technique - anything really - that you wanted to learn? That's what this is about."

Uncomfortable, that was the word that Meilin thought when Kensuke mentioned her to follow him. It briefly occurred to her that she wasn't sure if she was even talking to the real deal, but considered that it was a small detail that didn't matter at the moment.
While being somewhat winded by the training Meilin felt she could still do another hour of training and as she thought about Kensuke's question she would instead shake her head. What would she know what worked best for her? Meilin decided to reply with another request.
"No. At the moment I am more interested in learning about you," Meilin said with a serious tone to clarify that she wasn't joking around. Gesturing, by raising her right thumb to point over her shoulder to signal to where the others were or could be, she continued. While she was certain that he could help her with some of her skills, Meilin decided that she would for now rely on the instructors of the Cho guard for such 'favours'. Considering he had access to her file Meilin wondered how much he actually knew about her involvement with some other matters, but as long as that wasn't brought up she saw no need to start it.
"Some of them already know you and I am sure that I can learn a thing or two by just going off by rumours. I would feel more comfortable with working for somebody I am known with than just a person who teaches me how to do a trick or two."

Kensuke was taken aback by her question, and after a brief pause during which he seemed to consider her question he nodded. He glanced around and sat down on a tree stump undoubtedly the cause of some shinobi's previous training here and invited her to find a place to sit as well.

"That's a fair question. To start answering your question; what do you know about me?"

Taking a sit Meilin placed her hands on her lap as she would briefly raise her right eyebrow. A second passed before she answered the question of the jounin back.
"Basically, a lot to answer it in a short manner, sir," Meilin said, "But to be more specific, anything that you're willing to share with me. I am certain that we aren't at the moment anywhere near being comfort at entrusting heavy, emotional matters or problems. Got to stay professional, after all."
She remembered how he had been with Ezuri and the teen almost felt the need to bring that up as an example to make a point. Knowing that it wouldn't likely be a positive topic Meilin decided to continue on a more casual tone.
"Perhaps you're willing to entrust me for at the moment with telling about any fun experiences you had while living in the capital? I do know that it is most likely true that you're not from here and neither am I. Haven't been to many parts of the city even," Meilin said as she would raise her left hand to brush a few strands of hair behind her left ear.

His eyebrows flashed up and he grew a wry smile when she insinuated the weeks the team spent in Keishi. He leaned forwards on his knees and nodded. First impressions mattered.
"Of course." He said, and rubbed his chin thinking of what he'd all experienced in the shinobi town.

"Yes, that's right. I'm not from here. I come from a small town in the Western mountains. But here in the city ... To be fair, I don't come out a lot, or not anymore at least, and there's parts of the city where I hardly ever go. I do know of some nice places to eat, drink or have some fun. Places where it's nice and quiet too, that sort of thing." He shrugged.
"I can't say it's always been nice, but I do like this town, despite being sent here as a hostage. Like it better than I ever liked home anyways."

A small, disarming smile appeared on her lips as Kensuke began. Nodding at certain moments to make it clear she was listening Meilin did feel a bit disappointed. He didn't come out a lot? It already made Meilin wonder if he was some sort of hermit or perhaps somebody totally obsessed with dedicating himself to his job. She almost wondered if he had even any friends or family he met on occasion or just had no desire at all to go to a tea shop on a Sunday noon. Catching herself hoping that he was just one of the few that didn't often go outside the door Meilin decided she would try to invite him to talk more.
"Really? Can you name a few places, perhaps?" She asked, deciding to not pry into the fact that he had been send as a hostage. That was perhaps what she could consider as a bit too sensitive.

"Sure, I guess." He said. "There's a nice place called Toru's Cafe where they've got really good food for what you're paying. There's Tsujiri Tea House which is a little bit old-fashioned but very nice." He summarised. "Anything specific you're looking for?"

Shaking her head, she would reply back.
"Nothing really specific at the moment, no. Just wondering about places. Am probably in need to find a decent sushi restaurant sooner or later. Really would find that divine," Meilin said, her tone slightly shifting to a joking one at the end of her answer.
"And what about any landmarks that are a must see?" The teen asked, slightly leaning forwards while tilting her head to the right. "Know anything that you would recommend?"

The jounin scoffed at that question, thinking of a certain used-to-be-cave not too far from town. "There's the Hokage faces of course. Climb the staircase to the top of the cliff and you'll have a good view over the city and the surrounding landscape. There's a very old, gnarly tree just outside of town which enhousiast'll tell you is the oldest tree alive which is quite impressive. Which is probably why it wasn't cut down. While not a place I go to a lot, if you appreciate old architecture you should walk around in the clan compounds. Some very old and serene buildings there, quite the opposite of Keishi's chaos."

"Really? Going to give that a try soon then." Meilin answered, though she wasn't sure when she would have the time to do such a thing. Was at least something she figured, to know that it was a good sight.
"Well, I am not much of a person that is taken in by buildings. But," she lightly shrugged, "I suppose it could be fun."
Clearly considering something Meilin eyed Kensuke briefly. "What is your opinion on Keishi? I suppose that if you're a lover of serene and order that some parts of Keishi might come over... repulsive," the teen stated with a hint of amusement through her voice, "But next time in Keishi I could show you around some fun parts. You know, the ones where you don't risk too much chance of losing your daily wage being stolen by one of the greatest pickpockets in the empire."

He grinned. "I've been in Keishi before. I liked it more the first two times I went there to be entirely honest. Then again, that was in nicer parts of town. It's a big town, and it's very busy. I didn't quite like it as much as Konoha, but I like that everyone can just go about their business there, where noone knows you. It's annoying when everyone knows who you are."

Surprised by the revelation Meilin wondered for a moment why he had been sending to Keishi. She figured it was probably had something to do with the fact he was a noble or somebody of noble blood. Typical, she thought to herself.
"And that is not an option here?" Meilin asked, half joking. She couldn't say that she would be able to move outside the city as it was safer inside than outside. Certainly for her sibling.
"Do I now have to anticipate that some local will approach me and disturb me from my occupation or future vocations?" The teen continued, placing her elbows on her knees.
"Then again, am not much of a known face in the crowd. Doubt that anybody will be interested in approaching me, heh." Meilin stated, more to herself as she thought about it.

"Well, the same definitely counts here. It was different back home, but here people are starting to recognise me too." He said and shrugged. "Apparently I'm a famous shinobi, and my sister's little political uproar certainly didn't help."

Meilin's right eyebrow perked up. She couldn't state that she knew how it felt. Best what came near people recognising was her time in Keishi where she was known to various people. But not nowhere enough to be recognised or considered famous. A pickpocket that was famous and got recognised easily wouldn't have a fun time Meilin wagered.
"Must have its perks, yes? No discounts that are given?" Meilin asked, considering something. "And do you often speak with your sister?" She decided to ask in a cautious manner, trying to not make it too awkward, but her curiosity got the better of her.

He gave her a blank stare in return to the remark about discounts. He didn't like being recognised. People tended to respect him and thank him for his service. It made him feel wrong, but he didn't voice that concern. "My sister and I don't see eye to eye." He said.

"Complicated family matter, so I don't talk to her too often, but what matters is that she's a good person." He said and looked away for a moment. Then he blinked once and faced Meilin again. "Anything else?"

They didn't see eye to eye, but he still proclaimed his sister a good person? Meilin felt the temptation to just frown, but this wasn't of her concern. Considering how the conversation was going, Meilin shook her head lightly.
"My curiosity has been satisfied for now," she replied in turn.
Considering that he hadn't asked her anything Meilin placed her hands on her knees as she would get up. She wasn't sure if she was assumed to meet up with the others but considered that it was time to get going.
"I guess I will see you later or hear something soon." The teen stated as she would nod once towards the jounin before turning around, wanting to take her leave.

"Right." He said and watched her leave, trying to make sense of what just happened. As Meilin left the trainingfield the clone collapsed into Kensuke, sharing all of what he had just learned from this conversation.
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Meilin Cho
Genin of Konoha Team 7/ Team Meilin,
Konohagakure, near the Cho compound-district.
Old men and reports.



It didn't make sense. The Statue of Fire, where the greatest ideas and talents were forgotten and buried. Silent forever? Meilin was both intrigued and annoyed as she read the note that she had found after meeting some stranger the other day. While she wasn't one to turn a puzzle away before trying to decipher it this wasn't the best of time. A sigh escaped Meilin's lips as she raised her head. A look at the sky made it clear that she wouldn't be able to count on the sun as the dark grey clouds created a gloomy sight. Nowhere did the sun pierce through or was there any spot of the blue sky to be seen.
After making dinner for Hitomo, Meilin decided to head to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day she reckoned.
Then there was the fact she had only a few days to arrange some matters before she had to report to the hospital to a certain mister Chang.



The next morning Meilin woke up and first checked on Hitomo. The girl seemed to be doing okay. After some more talking and discussing Hitomo staying Meilin managed to make a deal with the owner of the place - as she was, after all, renting space now. With the owner being a friend of her mother's Meilin managed to make a sweet deal but she knew that her net income was now quite less.
But at least Hitomo could sleep, eat and have a roof over her head. Yet Meilin didn't feel content. What Hitomo also needed was care and love from her parents, which already made Meilin feel guilty. While the small girl seemed to be blissfully playing with two of her dolls Meilin decided to head out.

Once outside, however, Meilin couldn't help but ponder on the whole puzzle of the note. Statue of Fire? Deciding to do a round of questioning as she walked around it didn't take long before she was able to figure out that the Statue of Fire was the monument of the Will of Fire. Not a strange concept as Meilin had heard of it before. It was something similar to the Way of Fire. Not that she believed in that. It wasn't how she was raised and the idea that fire was some sort of holy element didn't make sense to her. But that was perhaps she was raised to believe in something else? Mentally shrugging it off Meilin wondered about what was meant with ideas and talents forgotten and buried.
Deciding to first check out on the Will of Fire monument, which was in the cemetery. An odd place if one had to ask Meilin, but she wouldn't judge. The customs and manners were different than she had been raised with, but she didn't mind the difference much. In a way, it was refreshing and distractive.

After a brisk walk, she arrived at the cemetery where the monument stood. Standing still she let her gaze travel over the graves. Names of people she wasn't familiar with. Who she had never met, but yet she felt pity and a certain respect for them. Lowering her head for a moment she tried to think of what the weird note mentioned once more. Something about ideas and talents forgotten and buried.
Heading in a slow, respectful pace towards the monument Meilin could understand what was meant with buried. But forgotten? How could one be forgotten on a cemetery? The gravestones had names and either a quote or some kind of phrase on them. Flowers and other items were also placed at many graves, making it clear that the people here were anything but forgotten.

Frustrated that she couldn't lay the puzzle together Meilin approached the statue. It was that of a flame and that puzzled her. What was it that people believed in a fire? It was just a way to heat up matters or could go out of hand, burning whole villages down to ash. So what made a fire to some so special? Her head slightly tilted, trying to understand what it was that people saw in a fire.

"I once stood here with an old student of mine."

The voice caused Meilin to twist her head as she saw an old man approaching. Using his cane, it was clear that he had some trouble walking. Remembering the voice Meilin would, however, stand still. She wasn't sure what or who he was, feeling wary of why he wanted to meet up with her.
"Has been some... time, ago," the old man said as he would stand next to Meilin.
She just nodded, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket.
"Why?"
"Hm?"
"What and why? I am not interested in games, sir," Meilin stated with a serious tone. Remembering that he had managed to hold his ground last time she wondered if it was an act with the cane.
A soft chuckle followed her questions, which irritated Meilin only further.
"You should! It is such a fun to pass time with a game or two once a while. But fair enough," he replied, "I decided to ask you here cause I made a decision."

Meilin wasn't sure if she had to pity him or what else she could think of. Was this man out of his mind. Making a decision about what? What the bloody ravens had she to do with his decisions? Remaining silent Meilin kept her gaze sideways on him.
"I have heard the captain of the guard speaking of a girl that could be interesting for my teachings, after all."
"Uhu," Meilin answered, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Turning to the man she turned, but before she could say something the old man spoke up.
"I know it. You're busy with your sibling and not to mention the whole happening around your family," the man said in a calm tone. Upon seeing Meilin's surprised expression the man frowned slightly.
"What? Didn't expect an old fart to know a thing or two? I thought that the captain would inform you of who would contact you."

Silent Meilin stared at the old man. Questions ran through her head, but she would just slowly nod. Feeling slightly uncomfortable at the fact that this man knew more about her while she wasn't even aware of his name, she decided to just ask a question.
"And your name is, sir?"
"Jin. Your training starts in two days."

With that the old man would turn and walk away, leaving Meilin confused and silent on her place. Watching the man just walk away she wasn't sure what is happening. The name was quite familiar, but that man couldn't be Jin. Could he? Confused, Meilin couldn't help but ponder on what she should do. Deciding to head to back, she hadn't forgotten the fact she did have a scheduled talk with somebody important.



"So, it is true then? No hint of that he was lying to you?"
"Yes," Meilin said with a serious tone. "Apparently he is oblivious or isn't aware of what or who was in league. I am open for my mind to be read if that is of any help to prove something."
Across her in a small room sat an officer of the Cho Guard, writing down some notes next to the report that Meilin had filed in the man had a blank expression plastered on his face. It made Meilin wonder how many of these talks the man went through each week.
"Good. Did he ask anything of you?"
"No. Either he considers my profile good enough or isn't curious about me," Meilin answered, lightly shrugging. Considering it, she was more than okay with the fact Kensuke wasn't curious or interested in her.
"Okay."
The man wrote more notes down. Then he would lay down the pencil and fold his hands together.
"A request will be sent to the Intelligence Division as to the Lord Commander, informing about the operation you're running. With this information, it is up to the higher ups what will happen next."
Meilin nodded. She was well aware of what could happen, but if she had to do this again then she wouldn't have changed anything. It was what she was being trained and educated for, both by the Cho Guard as by the imperial shinobi corps.
"I have only one more question. At least, depending on how the answer is. But how would you describe the trust between you two?
"Can't be certain of how much he does trust me now. I am at the moment cautious."
"And you consider that pressing on is going to be a problem?"
The question was met with Meilin shaking her head.
"I doubt that he is even aware of how much is known or what I do."
"Good."

With that sole word the entire conversation was done. As the man would give her a scroll and a small brown bag, that was slightly heavier than she expected it to be, Meilin considered something.
While she wanted to ask about if the captain indeed had sent Jin to her, Meilin decided that it wasn't the time. It was for the better to head home and spend some time with Hitomo. Tomorrow she had to visit the hospital, after all. And that was more than likely going to be a long and exhausting day.
 
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Kensuke Trains?
A collab between Sir Nim and Sir Roran Hawkins



Kensuke offers training to Karma, and nothing interesting happens at the end.

After roughly 15 minutes four Kensuke's showed up at the clearing, each one beckoning one of the team members of Konohagakure Team 7. One of them headed towards Karma and offered her a faint smile and a nod.

"Break's over. Next excercise is individual." Was all he said, and he left for a corner of the forested trainingfield with the girl in tow. After a short while the jounin turned on his heels and faced Karma again.

"Is there anything specific, a jutsu, a skill, a technique - anything really - that you wanted to learn? That's what this is about."

As she followed Kensuke, Karma wondered if he was going to scold her in any kind of manner. So far he made no remarks regarding this except for the brief face he made upon seeing her, which by now she took as now of him being displeased but trying to keep it to a minimum. When they came to a stop and Kensuke's clone asked her if there was anything in specific she wanted to train, Karma shook her head. She didnt feel like she had the right to ask him for any kind of training, even if he was asking her directly. She felt like she still had a lot to do before she could start asking for him to help her learn things.

Kensuke pursed his lips and sat down on a fallen tree and rubbed his chin. Karma's silence was no true surprise, but he had expected another reaction entirely. He had expected some sort of nervous enthousiasm, but using his dojutsu to read body language he instead saw genuine remorse. As the awkward silence continued he came up with several likely conclusions to her silence. He toyed with the idea of sending her away, but then he made a decision.

"Alright." He said, and nodded to himself. "What's on your mind." He asked. "Maybe Zakito-san hasn't told you, but you haven't been excluded from the shinobi corps. You're serving a punitive duty to make clear the consequences of what you did, but..." Kensuke said patiently. "... it's still my job to make sure that by the time that this is over, you're ready to go on active duty again."

"I know that he hasn't excluded me from being in the shinobi corps, but everything else he told me," Karma said as he moved her right hand to grab a hold of her left arm "It hurt, but at the same time I understood that what he was telling the truth. I was being disrespectful, acted unfit for my rank, disgraceful." Now her sight moved down to the ground "Pathetic." She finished speaking in a weaker voice, as if each thing she pointed out hurt her like an arrow that pierced her back.

After a moment of silence from her, she talked once more "So I don't feel like I have the right to ask you for any kind of training right now. If you decide on something that you think I need or have to train, I will do so without hesitation. I will keep any requests I have until I have earned back your respect." Karma finished speaking as she looked at him again.

He considered this answer for a moment, and then shook his head. "That won't do for an answer." He said with a warm smile. "It's good that you understand what is happening and why, but your dignity, or lack of it, is no excuse to skip out on extremely challenging private training." He said. "If you feel uncomfortable accepting this training, think of it as additional punishment." He said. He suddenly clapped his hands together and got up. "So, anything specific you had in mind?"

Specific training as further punishment? That sounded like something she could easily accept, with gratitude to Kensuke "Well, if you put it like that, then I don't have a lot of say in the matter." Karma said with a small, thankful smile "As for what I wish to train," she paused and thought for a few moments

"I want to learn how to disguise my presence in a more effective manner than simply making my chakra signature vanish."

At the remark about 'simply making her chakra signature vanish' the jounin's eyebrows shot sky-high. She called that 'simple'. If he could pull that off in combination with his camouflage technique he would literally be invisible to every sense but hearing. He rubbed his hands together once he was over the surprise and smiled.

"Let's get started then shall we?" He said and made a single handseal and vanished.

Without further warning he spoke to himself from behind her. "I wonder if they still teach this stuff at the academy. Explain to me how your eyes work."

Seeing him vanish did not come as much surprise to her, as she did witness Kensuke use his camouflage technique before. When he spoke from behind her, she did her best to not startle from surprise as she did not hear him move at all, but she did feel a shiver crawl up her spine from it.

"How my eyes work?" She repeated his request and thought for a second before answering "First rays of light hit the objects in the area surrounding. Upon hitting them they go in different directions, also hitting our eyes. Our visual part of the brain translates the data it receives from the light rays and shows it to us in a manner we can understand." Karma answered, hoping her answer was sufficent.

"Correct." Kensuke said crisply. "Now how do your ears work?" He asked almost playfully while he sneaked around the small clearing, testing her senses and his own ability to remain unseen and unheard.

"Every movement that causes noise creates a soundwave that bounces on every surface around. Upon hitting my ear, or the inner drums, it is received by our brain, once more translated and allows us to understand the origin of the noise, be it exact location, what caused the noise or both." Karma replied, this time fixing her sight briefly on the spot she heard Kensuke's voice from before looking around, waiting to hear his voice again, believing he is trying to get her to find him in any kind of manner.

Walking vertically up against a tree he replied. "And how do you perceive smell?" He then asked, suspended sideways from the tree.

Smell, that was the sense she was never certain about. Karma shrugged briefly "I believe it is similar to hearing, except we can get smells through our noses and it depends on how strong a smell is, if it even exists in that object." she answered while looking at the tree Kensuke's voice came from, trying to figure out a pattern in his movements.

"Smell is, ..." Kensuke began looking for words. "a chemical product in the air around us that most things produce which we can perceive through our noses." He said. Dropping down from the tree right in front of her and undoing the technique he began speaking again.

"Next question." He said and grabbed a kunai which he enhanced with a chakra coating. "Do you understand the principles of chakra coating a weapon for increased potency?" He then said as he tossed the kunai into a tree where it disappeared in the bark up until only the ring in the back jutted out.

"I cannot say that I understand the principles, no." Karma responded and her head leaned slightly forward.

"You should study it. The basic principle involves coating an object in chakra to give it a new set of desired characteristics." He explained. He reached for another kunai and coated it in fire chakra, drawing it over a fallen branch, leaving a scorched line. "You can coat objects in chakra, but also yourself." He said and added deed to the word, coating his finger in fire chakra, using it to slowly heat the tip of the kunai red-hot as a demonstration.

"Now imagine if I were to coat myself in chakra that didn't scorch or melt or cut things, but instead would bend light around me and that would contain any chemicals I produce from spreading." He continued. "Safe for some details that require further refining, I would be invisible to the eye and nose, correct?"

Thinking about what he said, she nodded "As long as nothing can bypass the chakra concealment in any manner, yes." She replied.

Kensuke grinned and raised his shoulders. "It seems to work for me though." Kensuke said. "Either way, that's how the basic principle works. It sounds very complicated, and it is, but given enough practice and dedication you'll get there eventually." The jounin said and clasped his hands together. "You should start by learning to apply a chakra coat like that to yourself. It's -" He began and then frowned for a moment as if struck by epiphany. "Do you know how to use the walking on water technique? Walking up against trees? It's the same sort of chakra coating but then over your entire body."

As soon as Kensuke started speaking about how the technique works, Karma shook her head slightly "I know how Walking on Water or Walking up trees techniques work, but I won't be capable of using those or your camouflage technique while suppressing my chakra. What I was aiming for is making myself completely vanish, Chakra included. But if you are going for a chakra-based method, then it might be better if I go and try and find a different person to mentor me regarding this. Sorry for wasting your time, Kensuke." She said and started walking away from the clone, giving him a brief wave of her hand as she left the place.

He watched her leave while he thought about her words. He was confident that there would be a way to combine the camouflage technique with chakra surpression or adapt it in some way to also hide one's chakra. He'd heard of it being done, becoming completely intracable to every means available. If that was Karma's ambition, she would have a hard time finding a teacher. Try finding a man who could make himself intracable. The clone shrugged and dispersed, relaying all that happened to Kensuke in an instant.
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Amegakure Jounin Commander | Akinian Empire | Amegakure

Hoshi had several files spread all around the office, and she was constantly moving her eyes between open files and a piece of paper that had a list which only grew. Shinobi that were injured, some who gave weapons out to the rioters in hopes of being spared, and even several ones who simply supported the anti-shinobi candidate, which she thought was being a hypocrite and in bad taste.

Hearing knockings on the open door, She shot her eyes up. There was an ANBU standing there, making her wonder why did the ANBU came to her and not to Eiji "Come in, though I must ask why you approached me. Is the Amekage assistant not present in the building?" She asked and continued writing on the paper, also motioning to the ANBU to close the door.[/fieldbox]
 
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Mika Hayashi
Kirigakure Jounin | Team 14 | Kirigakure, city centre




It was likely going to rain. Lowering her gaze from the dark grey blanket that had something ominous and yet gloomy to it Mika looked down on the market. People went about their daily business. Working and trying to earn some coin, but there was some tension. Something that made it all just different, without really a big change to it. The stand owners tried to sell their wares, praising them out loud and trying to attract the attention of bypassers. Some people would exchange a few words, likely talking about the products or discussing the price. Knowing the rumours that were circulating in the city and surrounding Mika was wondering who all believed them as she kept watching how people went by on their daily affairs.

The rumours about people seeing the dead rising from their graves, the 'return' of the Suzu clan and then the fact that there were rumours that the Demon Sharks had 'suddenly' decided to do a surprise investigation at the port. Which had angered some of the locals, who were starting to question what the reasoning had been behind that? Not that they would do it in the open, but Mika was well aware that it was a big possibility that it had contributed to making the tension grow. While Mika wasn't tense or believing everything off the rumours she was starting to notice a pattern in them. First, the team she was leading had discovered corpses in the warehouses. Then rumours about the dead starting to rise and been spotted would come from the valley in which Kirigakure was founded. Someone or perhaps a group was at work, but Mika wondered what the purpose was to give the citizens of the city and locals outside the city walls a scare. Was it to make them warier? Perhaps to create and exploit an opening then?

If anything the whole tension had seen that more city guards were patrolling the city. The police corps also didn't linger behind, clearly on the look-out on for anybody who was causing trouble or trying to lower the tension. A task Mika didn't envy, but today she would meet up with her squad. The meeting point would be the rooftop of Tono's Wares, a small shop that sold linen clothing. Continue to watch the market she wondered if they would be able to find more hints today or would perhaps be better off heading to the countryside. See if they could encounter one of that 'walking corpses' themselves.
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Harumi Uchiha,

| ANBU | Akinian Empire | Keishi, South of the city centre |

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Running, the sound of his boots rang through the dark hall. The few candles shined some light but created an interesting lightning. Passing the standards of the candles by Ezuri didn't spend a moment to look over his shoulder or wonder if there was somebody else. Rushing through the halls there was nobody that he encountered, only making him more worried than he already had been. Eventually, Ezuri started to slow down. Looking around, while panting, he wasn't trying to shout or say anything. Biting his lower lip he started to continue his walk. Knowing his way and what he needed to do the faint light of the lit candles made him look paler than he actually was. Entering a room in which no light was lit Ezuri started to become more nervous.

Taking a few more steps into the darkness he would slowly kneel down on both his knees as he formed his hands together. Leaning slightly forward he started to mutter something. His shoulders trembled as he kept muttering the same verses over and over again. Asking forgiveness of the Maker for his sins and crimes, wanting a second chance to redeem himself. Lowering his hand tears started to flow over his cheeks as he suddenly looked up.

"You have returned my child."
"Y-Yes! I am so sorry! I di-didn't--"
"It is okay, my child. For I have another task for you. One that will allow your desires to become reality."
"Please, anything!"
"I want you to--"

Before the mysterious voice could conclude its sentence, Ezuri felt something. It started with his neck and would spread down his entire body. Paper tags? He frowned and tried to fight against it, but could barely lift his left arm before his body started to become enveloped by the tags.

"Sorry to interrupt, but have to take you both with me."

Light would enter the room as Harumi stepped in. Holding a candle up the woman had a calm expression as she threw a look at Ezuri, who still was struggling to break loose. The boy whimpered as he then recognised her voice. "N-No! Not you! Dear Maker, lord of all and..." The boy started to mutter prayers again as Harumi raised her gaze. She was standing in a room with an altar. While she had heard a voice, there was nobody else in the room.

"Come out, let's not prolong this any more than necessary," Harumi said with a harsh tone. There was nothing more than that strange altar - a carved cross from wood with strange symbols on it. No answer was given back but that didn't make her decide to leave. Then the voice spoke again.

"I will bring you some advice, child. Release him and you shall not suffer any pain on your way out. There's still time." was the response of the voice. Causing only Harumi to frown as she had the feeling it came from the cross. It was that they had discovered in the memories of Ezuri, but it was quite the different story to be in the room and see it with her own eyes than hear the report. "I am afraid that I will have to turn down that advice. May I know at least who I am speaking with?"

A soft, yet 'pleasant' to the ears, laughter resonated through the room. "I fear that you wouldn't be able to understand the answer you're longing for now, child," the voice answered. Only making Harumi wonder if the person or entity was currently intoxicated. Lowering her head a bit the woman took a step forward, her gaze travelling to the ever muttering boy on the ground for a second.

"Fear that I don't understand many a thing. But that's okay. I suppose I will leave with the boy, for now," she said to the stranger's voice. As the voice clicked his tongue and started to respond, Harumi heard something else. "I am afraid that won't happen, child. You---"

Stepping to the right Harumi narrowed her eyes as she turned on her heels. In a quick and fluid movement, the woman avoided a knife that was aimed to be plunged her neck, bringing up her hands. An old man in a robe cursed in a foreign tongue, trying to lash out again. Leaning away, Harumi grabbed the wrist of the hand that held on to the knife. Tightening her grip the woman would pull the man closer as her right knee shot up.

A soft groan escaped the man as Harumi planted her knee in the man's side. Pulling her knee back her free hand would shot forward, clenched into a fist. Punching the man right against his nose, causing him to stumble and likely fall if she wasn't still holding on to his wrist, the old man seemed to lose his appetite to fight.

"Pathetic," Harumi mumbled as she would twist the man's hand to disarm him. As the man tried to reel back from the pain he would find himself soon enough tied up. Blinking with his eyes he started to become aware of the fact that he was now at Harumi's mercy.

"The Maker watches over his children, heathen! You and all of your kind will soon learn that mockery of his devoted servants will be paid in the most horrible manner!" The man raged as the woman would crouch in front of him. From her facial expression, it was clear that she wasn't in the least worried or intimidated. From her experience with religious devotees, this was the reason why she wondered if religion was truly something worth to strive. If anything, her father had always stated that faith and religion were two matters apart.

"Don't worry, good man. We're going to a place where you can preach all you want," Harumi told him. Straightening her back her gaze travelled to the altar. Hopefully, this old man could answer some questions that they wouldn't likely be able to find with Ezuri. "Time to go home, Hyuuga. I am sure you long back home."

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Suzaku Uzumaki
The First Sword of The Empire


Suzaku Uzumaki undertakes a week long ride mounted on the back of Hakuoh towards The Land of Noodles where his next mission awaits him.
Enjoy reading.


Hakuoh turned out to be more than a capable mount for Suzaku to swiftly complete his journey. After the short noon break, Hakuoh showed no signs of exhaustion as the miles passed by. The country changed even faster than the miles they crossed increased, until they reached the country side. The roads got noticable smaller, and were filled with trading caravans. As soon as they spotted Suzaku, they offered him their goods - mostly food, clothing and souvenirs.

Suzaku was glad for meeting them, as the food they sold was simply delicious. Loosing the passage of the time during his ride, night came a lot earlier than he appreciated. Checking at Hakuoh - who still looked at the peak of his strenghts, he decided to ride a bit further until they reach an inn in a village that was seen in the near distance. As soon as he arrived, he had Hakuoh taken care of and after a simple meat, he rented a room for his slumber.

Getting used to not sleeping too much on missions, Suzaku woke up together with the sunrise. Paying and thanking for the services he received, he mounted Hakuoh and headed out for the second day of his ride. It was rather uneventful - but the lovely sight of the villages more than compensated for this. Watching his surrounding with a keen eye, Suzaku was prepared to react to any situation that could happen.

But on the second day, nothing happened. After a brief noon break that took about an hour, the pair headed out again. The roads were noticable emptier the further we has from the Capital of the Empire, but the caravans got larger thanks to the added protection they had. One thing that did not change was their hospitabilty towards him, something he was glad for. They offered great meals for him and even provided sustenance for Hakuoh.

So passed the second day of his journey. So far, he did not spoke to anyone - he decided he will start information gathering only in the Land of Noodles. This way he hoped he could avoid forgetting a crucial piece of intel during his investigations while there. Just like on the first day, he rode well into the night to reach a village, where he repeated the housing routine, together with the early start.

The third and day seemed very little change to the first two. The country remained the same, with more greenery than buildings. But as he was travelling through the country, Suzaku realized he felt relieved. He liked Konoha very much, but the buildings sometimes felt a bit constraining for him. Here, in the nature he felt more free, he felt more at ease. He enjoyed the sceneries arround him just as much as talking with travelling traders.

He was a bit afraid that he was leaving himself more exposed to a possible ambush by goofing off on a mission, but he had luck and was not attacked. He still decided to keep it out from the mission report. The inns he was spending the nights in, still cozy and offering him some reprieve for his back that was strained during the long ride. But he was now in the second part of his journey, so he started to contemplate the mission and how he will proceed once he reaches his destination.

The fifth day was the first one without any trading caravan on the roads. While he was prepared for the eventuality and stocked up on some rations before leaving, he still missed encountering other people on the way. The villages get smaller and smaller, even the hospitabilty in them was changing. Not a drastic change from day to day, but it still felt weird.

Hakuoh, on the other hand was proving himself as a truly excellent steed. He never seemed to tire, and the only reasons they needed breaks was Suzaku's now aching back. The horse seemed to understand, but Suzaku could swear to himself from time to time, at the sight of him dismounting while holding his back, the horse chuckled. Now he know it was not possible, but he could swear it.

The sixth day of the journey saw the size of the villages to slowly increase as they were approaching the borders with The Land of Noodles. The caravans were still not present, but Suzaku thought it was more worth to trade towards The noodles, as he called the country. The distance made it fare more benefical to trade with them rather than to take long rides towards the heart of the Fire Country territory.

Suzaku decided to spend a night at a small in on the outskirts of a smaller city that seemed to be a couple of hours worth of ride to The Noodles. The room was still cozy and while the bed offered to relieve some of the pain from his back, he stayed up late into the night as he went through his equipment, double checking everything. He wrote some notes on his journey towards the mission report, and noted several things he had to establish once he reaches his destination.

That night, he did not sleep well. His mind was set on overdrive about the mission details, and his dreams reflected that. He remembered none of them and he felt glad for it. Paying for his services, he mounted Hakuoh and headed out for the last part of his journey. He was taking it at a much slower pace, observing his surroundings. He felt nervous, but also determined to complete his mission. He was worried about the local authorities not co-operating with his investigation, or even working against it in efforts to thwart it.

But then a though popped up in his mind that made him smile.

After all, even the hardest noodle softens when boiled.
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Building A Wall

A Collab between Alice, Gerontis and Fieryfly

Summary:
Hisoka and Kiyomi return from their mission only to receive an urgent message from the Jounin Commander. They are taken to the morgue where they are confronted with Sakamoto Senju's death. Neither of them take it well.


Sad lyrics are sad. :(

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The travel back had been quite different from the journey to the abandoned facility. It had remained more silent than before as well a certain tension being present in a subtle manner. Kiyomi seemed quite calm, but for those who knew her well there was a sliver of anger present in her doing and saying. Yet, whenever the group had the need to talk or take a break, there was never an angry phrase uttered. As they started to close in on Konoha, the forest started to pave way for the rolling landscape. Even with the cold and gloomy overcast there were enough people working on various fields. Attending to their cattle or fields. Some would watch the group pass by, often with a curious expression on their faces. With the large, imposing walls and towers of Konoha becoming larger as they started to close in, there wasn't any increase in the pacing. For some time there seemed even that the pace started to decrease as Kiyomi threw a look over her shoulder several times. Arriving at the gates Kiyomi suddenly increased her pace as well raising her chin slightly.

Hisoka's behavior had been impecable throughout the journey, like a good governor who is guiding his Empress should. He had not once called her by her name, had politely bowed after ever brief conversation that they had had and had generally kept to himself. He had no interest in conversing with the other party members except for Saki, but that would have to wait until they got back. He also didn't interact much with the people they encountered on their way back. There were always curious faces that turned towards then as they passed by but Hisoka either ignored them or had ushed the people to keep to their work. He didn't need a drama right now. No fancy parade, no greetings for the Empress. He just wanted to go home.

Finally the familiar gates loomed up before him and Hisoka almost released a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Throughout the travel there had been this nagging sensation that Kiyomi might try to run off again. She had given her promise before and had broken it, who said she wouldn't do it a second time? But she hadn't, and for that Hisoka was grateful when he stepped up to the gate. Several guards greeted them, all of them immediately recognizing the Empress and her escort. With haste they gave them permission to enter the city with the exception of one guy who came up to Hisoka.

"Urgent message for you, sir," he said, holding out a small scroll in Hisoka's direction.

Hisoka sighed, he wasn't home and already he was bombarded with more work. "Why was this not delivered to my office?" he asked as he took the note.

"Jounin Commander's orders, sir." The man replied quickly. "Said we had to give it to you as soon as possible."

Hisoka opened the scroll and scanned over the content of the message. Then he turned to Kiyomi. "Your Grace, I would like to request a detour before you go home to the palace. It seems like your uncle has something important to tell me and I would like you to accompany me, if that is alright?" It was not a question. He looked up to the rest of the group. "The rest of you are dismissed. Thanks for you hard work."

For a moment she could consider herself curious on what urgent message had came for Hisoka. But realised that she had probably her own affairs to deal with. Just taking a few steps away, clearly not wishing to be escorted by anybody, Hisoka's voice spoke up. Coming to a halt, Kiyomi turned on her heels to face the Uchiha. Listening to Hisoka Kiyomi would briefly narrow her eyes at him. Her lips pressed against each other as she wanted to refuse him in public, but instead she would just slowly nod. "I would like that, Lord Governor." Kiyomi said on a calm, but soft tone. Waiting for him, she would walk with him, her hands folded together in front of her stomach.

Glad that there was no rebellion coming from Kiyomi, Hisoka nodded once to the guard that had given him a message and then pocketed the scroll. With another look to Kiyomi he would start walking. It took them quite a few silent minutes before they would arrive before the building that was specified in the message. The morgue. Not a place Hisoka liked to visit and luckily his daily work kept him away from the whole idea of it all together. He had no idea why Zakito had insisted he would come here as soon as he would come back and he sincerely hoped that the man didn't mind that he was bringing Kiyomi along, but he would not lose the Empress out of his sight again before she was safely back in her rooms.

He guided Kiyomi inside and walked up to the man behind the desk. The guy immediately recognized him and apparently seemed to know why he was here as he immediately got up and set out to guide him to one of the rooms. Hisoka gave Kiyomi a look to indicate that also he didn't know exactly what was going on, but that he expected her to follow anyway. As they stepped into the room he found Zakito already there. Hisoka cleared his throat as he looked around. "What is it?" he asked the man, forgetting the proper titles for a moment.

Standing in front of a table where clearly a body laid, underneath a white sheet, Zakito turned his head to throw a look over his shoulder. Noticing that both Kiyomi and Hisoka were present there was some silence. He had already been brought aware that Kiyomi and Hisoka had been closing in on Konoha and thus able to anticipate when they would arrive. And yet he wasn't sure how to bring this in words. Turning around the man clearly hadn't slept that much the past few days. As he spoke his voice betrayed that there was something wrong - even as Zakito tried his best to sound as polite and friendly as usual. "Glad you both could come. I am certain that you both have... matters to state or discuss, but," he said as he would step aside while letting the silence return. There was something that made this difficult. Telling people that somebody that they loved was dead wasn't something new. He had told fathers and mothers about their children dying in the field. Seen brothers weeping about their dead sisters and more in situations like these. But this was personal, which made it different. Grabbing one end of the sheet Zakito spoke up.

"Not too long ago, there was an... attack. Somebody got murdered and due to the victim I decided to involve myself in the case. I know that it isn't my field or that I am formally allowed to mingle in, but... I think you two need to see this for yourself," Zakito said as he closed his eyes while he would lift the white sheet. Not fully showing them the body, but just the face Zakito would step away. Avoiding to throw a look at the corpse of Sakamoto Senju.

Not certain where they were heading, Kiyomi recognised that they weren't heading to the Jounin Commander's office. For a moment the temptation to just go her own way was growing. Knowing better as well deciding that facing a lecture now than later would be more beneficial Kiyomi kept walking with Hisoka. Upon arriving in the morgue and seeing the table, her heart started to skip beats. Remaining silent her mind was half taking in what Zakito was telling them. An attack? Her face turned pale as her hands started to tremble. The first thought went to Hiron and the fact she had allowed somebody to get close on him. Already wanting to do all kind of things Kiyomi found herself frozen. Her eyes widen while her hands shot to her mouth when Zakito revealed that the victim was Sakamoto. Tears started to form at her eyes as she slightly shook her head. Once more she tried to fanthom on if this was all her fault. Had this happened when she had left the city? Who had done this? Questions started to follow each other as she wanted to take a step closer, to be certain that this wasn't the kind man she had seen as an uncle. But she didn't. Instead she was just there frozen, staring at the body while tears started to flow over her cheeks.

The world was frozen. First it hadn't been when Zakito spoke, but the alarmbells were already ringing as he saw Zakito's face. He knew that face. That was the face of a man who couldn't sleep at night. That was his face. And then there was that horrible silence which didn't last that long but felt an eternity. Something bad had happened. Something personal. Something that had affected Zakito. And then he had revealed the body that was lying beneath the sheet.

And it was Sakamoto.

And the world froze.

There was an eerie silence in the room now as Hisoka's eyes rested on the dead face of his friend, the motionless eyes that stared to something that no one could see. Hisoka's eyes were staring forward with the same unbroken gaze. It was not that he wasn't comprehending what was happening. He knew what he was seeing and he knew what it meant. But he couldn't move and he couldn't breathe. He could only stare. There were no tears. There was no emotion on his face as his eyes moved for a moment from the body towards Zakito. There were a thousand questions in the one moment their gaze would meet before Hisoka looked back to Sakamoto again. He couldn't speak.

Then a shuddering breath escaped his lungs as if suddenly it actually hit him. The implications this had, the answer he could never give, the issues he could never raise. He slowly backed up two steps towards the wall. His breathing became more laboured. The lies. There were so many lies. So many lies that he had spoken to Sakamoto. So many that he had promised himself he would rectify, but later, not now. It had always been later. Later. Later. But now later was too late. Hisoka's back crashed against the stone wall. He shook his head. He brought his hands up to cover his face, but couldn't bring himself to look away from the body of his dead friend so the hands just hung in the air motionless as if he had become a statue.

He didn't want to look. His head lowered as his right hand moved to his head. Rubbing his forehead he stood with his back to Zakito. There were no tears rolling over his cheeks, but he couldn't face the fact that Sakamoto was gone without feeling the painful jab. Taking a deep breath in the man would throw a sideways glance at Kiyomi and Hisoka. There were many things he wanted to say. A lot of things he wanted to do, but he just kept standing still. His lips didn't part to phrase any sentence, offering any comfort. Once more he lowered his head while remaining still and silent. While aware of how they felt there was nothing he could do or say and that was making it only worse.

Staring, Kiyomi wanted to ask who. Why and when. But she blamed it on the fact that she held her hands for her lips. Her stomach started to turn as she wanted to run away. Taking instead a step closer Kiyomi eyed the face. There was no expression of pain visible. Nothing that gave her the idea that he was suffering or pulling a prank on them. Remembering that face to be smiling and telling her things that usually cheered her up. Causing her to laugh. Making her feel both welcome and loved.

Now it was the face of a corpse.

Lowering her hands Kiyomi's lips parted slightly. They started to tremble as a sob escaped the teen. Shaking her head slowly, a step was taken back. Followed by another as Kiyomi shook her head lightly. Her eyes shot to Zakito and then to Hisoka. Only to return to Sakamoto as another sob sounded from Kiyomi. Then, without a warning, the teen turned around and ran out of the room. Her head slightly lowered as she ran as fast as she could, wanting to get away from the sight.

The sudden movement brought something back to the dead room. Motion. Hisoka lowered his hands as he watched Kiyomi run. He was so dazed that the thought that he didn't want to lose sight of her only crossed his mind after a good twenty seconds of more silence. Right, he was supposed to bring her back to the palace. He pushed himself off the wall, but didn't move further. Guards would make work of it. Or not. Honestly he couldn't find himself caring at the moment. Sakamoto's eyes hadn't looked at her when she had inched closer. He couldn't bring himself to see if they would move if he would approach.

"Who did this." While it was a question it sounded more like a statement. A declaration. Whoever did this, whoever had dared... they needed to be found.

Much like Hisoka, Zakito was at first of mind to stop Kiyomi. Knowing better that it wouldn't make it better he would let her go. His gaze moved towards his best friend. Already dreading the question Zakito shook his head lightly. "I keep the information with me. It isn't worth it. The man responsible died... Sakamoto died protecting Mayumi." Zakito explained. There was some hope that Hisoka wouldn't harbor any anger or feelings that Zakito had himself. Knowing his friend, however, he was aware that his hope was going to disappoint him. "You had a long journey, perhaps it is a good idea to rest---"

"Who." Hisoka interupted Zakito. "I don't care about protocol or that you are supposed to keep the information for yourself. Who did it?" His mind was filled with ideas of what Mayumi might have seen. Did she see her father die? Did she watch the attacker mow him down, or however he had been killed? No kid should witness that.

A brief silence followed Hisoka's question. Knowing that it wasn't going to help, Zakito would give it another try. "The man is dead, Kouzai." It was nothing but a whisper to his friend, but audible enough for Hisoka to hear him. "Please, we already lost Sakamoto. I am growing weary of all this bloodshed." He didn't want to discuss this. Not near the corpse of their friend. But he was certain that Hisoka wouldn't let this go. Nor should he, Zakito thought to himself. Well aware that he wanted a form of justice, he just was afraid of what it would sow. "Can we just please---"

Hisoka's fist smashed against the wall. "No." There was a considerable amount of force behind the word as he interupted his friend again. The mention of his name had thrown him off for a moment. Zakito never used it, he had kept the promise he had given all those years ago. And he had kept his. To use it here before Sakamoto, in this context... Zakito was serious. He was serious about letting this go. "If the man is dead, Zakito Hon of the Atsushi lineage," he said throwing the same name back to Zakito, "then you are free to give me his name. And along that you can tell me what happened."

Another jab. One nearly as painful as seeing both Hisoka so troubled and being confronted that Sakamoto was dead. Zakito looked away. He knew it was anything but wise, but leaving Hisoka without answers could prove to be a recipe for disaster. Besides, didn't he have the right to know? Conflicted between what was right and what was wise, Zakito caved in. Speaking on a soft tone, he would tell Hisoka what happened. It was something he didn't need the report for. After reading it so many times he could dream it. Which he in fact did, wondering if this had been his fault for not looking out for his friend. Concluding the story he looked back at Hisoka with a pained expression. "Please..." The request wasn't phrased, but he was certain that his friend knew what he wanted to ask.

Hisoka was painfully aware of the fact that Zakito was not condoning his actions. The name had made that clear. But then again Zakito was not always right, and Zakito wasn't always just. Most of the times he was, though, and it was that idea that kept Hisoka in the room when Zakito was finished with the story instead of leaving immediately. He set his eyes on Zakito as the request came. Please. Oh, he knew what the man was asking. So he replied: "How?" Implying just as much with that one word.

It would normally strike him how weird it was. Discussing matters with angry parents, frustrated officals and officers, talking with desperate teens and students. Yet answering that one word back was something he couldn't do. Not right away. "We already lost too many," Zakito began shaking his head again, "Can we just not leave it?" It wasn't an answer. Painfully aware that it wasn't answering the question at all, Zakito felt tears coming up again. "Please, we shouldn't..."

Hisoka took a deep breath. He refused to look at Sakamoto again and instead kept focussed on the one friend he had that was still alive. He didn't count Meisa under friends. She was so much more after all. Friends could never encapsulate the connection they somehow managed to share. But before him stood his only friend now. A man that he should listen to, but a man who honestly couldn't feel the same as Hisoka did now. Zakito hadn't lied as much to the Senju as he did. Zakito hadn't betrayed the Senju as much as he did. The weight of those lies would now never leave and Hisoka honestly wasn't sure if he could bare that.

"Where is Mayumi?" His question ignored Zakito's non answer because it hasn't been an answer and if Zakito wasn't going to give him a good answer then that meant he didn't have one. Which meant there was no good reason.

"Safe. I made absolute certain of that." Feeling defeated, next to all the other emotions, Zakito lowered his head. Raising his right hand, he rubbed his right eye for a moment. His left arm trembled for a moment before he shook his head, again. A few sighs escaped before he spoke up again. "I am begging, please. Don't do anything... he wouldn't want it that, please?" Looking up there were two tears starting to roll over his right cheek. His lips trembled as he wished he could somehow persuade Hisoka not to do anything. But it was just the question if that was fair to ask of him.

That at least was good to know. The first question that came to mind was, who was going to take of Mayumi at this moment? Meisa wasn't around. Should he step up and ask for that? Somehow that felt extremely wrong towards the dead man lying beside Zakito. It was like he was stealing his daughter now that he had died. Which he technically already had done. That thought didn't make it better. "Do you have someone who can take care of her, or do you still need someone for that?" he asked, feeling the need to offer his services anyway. Once again the pleads were ignored despite the fact that Hisoka clearly seemed to struggle watching the man before him cry.

Lowering his head Zakito took a moment before answering back. "I have somebody who watches over her. Then an ANBU team who keep guard." The answer was given with a tone that made clear he gave up. Raising his right hand once more to his face he rubbed his right eye and a sob followed. Only for the man to straighten his back, placing his hands on his back and trying to look both confident and calm. "If you have any requests, Lord governor, then I would be happy to hear them."

Hisoka froze for a second time and realized that somehow, somewhere in those lines he had gone too far. Yet, his words had not been faulty, his words had not been wrong. He did not wish to take them back, but... "Zakito..." he tried uttering the name of his friend. "I..." He stared at his friend who had suddenly given him such an official title. That was not right. Not right at all. His eyes shot back and forth between Zakito and Sakamoto's liveless body somehow unsure of what to do now. But the words had already been spoken and he was not going to retrackt them. Zakito had given him the details.

Swallowing his words of apology and forgiveness, Hisoka shook his head and turned around. "I will keep your request in mind," he said as he left the room. He knew that he was fleeing, but he did not have the courage to look back.

Her legs pulled up so that her head could rest against her knees, Kiyomi was just around the corner. She hadn't managed to get far away. Her shoulders trembling, the sobs that she tried to hold back but managed to escape her as well her right hand clenced around her left wrist - as her arms were pulled around her legs. Kiyomi had heard everything. Knowing that she couldn't do anything to bring Sakamoto back or do something to make the situation better, she didn't blame the culprit as Hisoka did. Instead she looked at herself. She had been away. Sakamoto had always been there for her, but she hadn't been there when he needed her the most. Perhaps she could've helped. Prevented this from happening.

Knowing that she wasn't the blame, there was a soft whisper that managed to overcome her reasoning. That debunked the logic that she wasn't guilty of anything. There were a lot of things she could have done. Then it became silent in the nearby room, but Kiyomi wouldn't look up. Her eyes were squeezed closed as if she wanted to prevent any tears from falling. This shouldn't have happened.

Watching Hisoka leave, Zakito would remain standing in the room. He shouldn't have say it perhaps, but there were a lot of emotions to be blamed. Lowering his head he also didn't want to turn and put the sheet over Sakamoto. The Senju had earned his rest but somewhere it felt just wrong. Taking a deep breath in Zakito bite his lower lip. Turning around he would move his left hand to the face of Sakamoto. Slowly and gently he would close the eyes of the man. Now the man seemed more at peace. Or was that just what he wanted to tell himself? Tired of the constant questions that ran through his mind, making him feel guilty and tired as sad Zakito would pull the white sheet over the body. Whispering that his friend should rest Zakito took another deep breath before turning around to exit the room.
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[fieldbox="Rainbows, Orange"]Yamada Suzu "Rabbit" | Sworn Sword | Grass Province Capital
Yamada Suzu, Sworn Sword of the Republic and her Zero Team Member counterpart, Haru, attempt to sight see. It does not go exactly as planned.

The area around the hall that was to host the party was busy. Carts were coming and going, people were rushing about, and there seemed to be an odd number of nicely dressed men standing around doing nothing particularly important. 'Fourteen'

"You didn't tell me they had a security detail..." she paused and counted again in her head, "And a large one at that." Suzu sneered at Haru, her pseudo-husband for her trip to the Grass Province. They were sitting on a bench nestled beneath a tree, providing both shade from the sun and a good vantage on the front of the hall while being about as inconspicuous as possible. Haru moved a bit of Suzu's hair out of her face and smiled, "It's a bit of a new development." he said as he leaned a bit back on the bench. Suzu grimaced as she was pulled back with him but didn't move her head off of his shoulder, instead she just continued to watch the hall as intently as before.

"Notice anything important yet? All that I've got so far is food and decorations coming off those carts." Haru said as he moved his legs a bit further out in front of him. "Six carts so far, four with food and drink. The other two I'm pretty sure were decorations of some sort." he nodded to himself and shot a glance at Suzu on his shoulder, "Honestly, I don't see getting in will be a problem and decorations surely won't kill us. So what is it that you really want to do here?" he asked cautiously.

Pulling a lollipop from her pocket she unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth before even beginning to think of how to answer Haru. "There is one thing I want to do." she lifted her head off of his shoulder and stood up facing him. "I want to try and get in there before tonight, figure out the layout as best we can." she stated as she turned her head back to the building.

She watched as Haru pushed off the bench with both arms and hooked an arm around her, "Your wish is my command, no matter how tall of an order it may be." he mused as they began walking toward the building.
Sprawling herself out on the bed in their hotel room, Suzu couldn't help but feel as if she was missing something for the festivities the coming night; but what exactly it was she couldn't quite place. "Haru?" she said as she stared at the ceiling waiting for the Zero Team members response.

"What is it?" came his voice from his couch in the living room. She turned her face to the large windows of the room, granting her what most would find a moving view of the city shone in streaks of orange and red as the sun set for the day. "You fucking blew it." she stated flatly as she continued to watch the sun fall beneath the roof of the Grass Province capital city.

There was an awkward pause followed by a sigh and some rustling. She moved her gaze from the window to the couch beyond the foot of the bed to find Haru looking her way. She looked on quietly as he scratched the back of his head with a pitiful smile before opening his mouth, "How was I supposed to know that they would write our names down if we tried to get inside...?" he asked, the guilt evident in his voice.

Without missing a beat, Suzu pulled a lollipop from her bag and unwrapped it. Before placing it in her mouth she waved it toward him, "Well your first screw up was trying to walk us in the front door." she said before indulging in her favorite sweet, to her right the sun finally set leaving the room bathed in an eerily familiar darkness. Placing her head back on the bed, Suzu shut her eyes and did as much as she could to savor the small sweet. Back in the living room she could hear Haru falling back onto the couch and pulling the blanket she had provided him with from the bed over himself.

"I don't think we can pull off the original plan anymore. Not with the security knowing what we both look like..." she bit down a bit on the lollipop, cracking a small bit of sugar off of it, "...I'll have to go with the server plan now if we still want to have a shot at our objective."
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