Making his way back into his clan’s residence, Juyo was glared at by every clan member he ran into.  The cold, dark night made their stares a little darker than usual, or did they really hate him even more now that he was back?  Several spat in his direction, mostly hitting the ground before he walked.  This was no more than the usual, however, so Juyo ignored them as he made his way to his family’s house.  His mind was still focused on why he kept feeling like someone was right behind him, watching and breathing down his neck.  A chill ran down his neck as he felt another cold breath on the back of his neck.  Turning quickly, just as he had done countless times since he had gotten back from Suna, he saw no one there.  Yet for some reason he could feel someone’s presence.  It was an odd feeling that he’d never experienced before, and he didn’t like it at all.

Trying to shrug it off, but failing, Juyo stepped through a small crowd in the street right before his house.  A few clan members, mostly Chuunin and Special Jounin ranks, blocked Juyo from getting to his house.  “You’re gonna stay right here, shit head.”  It looked like they were going to give him another beating, though Juyo was tired from his travels, he wasn’t about to just play the punching bag.  “Back off, guys.  I’ll beat you all up tomorrow.  You’re all too drunk to kill an ant.”  A tall, black haired Don'yokuna Puredetā path member leaned down at Juyo, slightly bobbing in a drunken manner.  “You listen here, fuck-tard.  We’re tired of letting you and you’re family just live around here.  I knew we should’ve killed your disgraceful bitch mother and saved you’re father from disgracing himself.  Would’ve done him and the clan a favor.”

Juyo paid no attention, all of the seven clansmen had their eyes on him, and he quickly covered their weakened, drunk minds in a genjutsu.  Walking slowly around the group, he made his way to his front door.  He went to open it when a beer bottle crashed in front of him, his instincts pulling him away from the door as it shattered on the door.  “Where you going, half-breed?!”  Juyo locked eyes with a shorter, blonde haired Kurai Torikkusutā path member.  He hadn’t seen him in the group because the guy was so short, so the genjutsu hadn’t affected him, even though he was quite drunk as well.  Though the half-breed comment wouldn’t be that heavy an insult for most, it was a huge insult within the Dākuchairudoō clan.  Juyo was mad now and the short guy had woken the others out of his genjutsu so things would be intensified.  

They all turned to face Juyo, pure hatred running through their bones as they saw Juyo stand before them, a complete disgrace to the Clan for mixing the two sides of the clan.  It is common knowledge within Kumogakure no Sato the Dākuchairudõ clan had two separate paths that made up two different lines of the clan.  This resulted in two clan heads that would consult and discuss all things related to the clan and their involvement within the village.  Normally there would be other family heads from the lower families that would attend the clan head’s meetings and form a clan council.  That was how the clan had functioned for centuries, but Juyo’s parents had disturbed the order and tradition of the clan by marrying across the two paths.  Juyo wasn’t exactly sure how this was let go, as the clan saw it as a disgrace against the clan’s history, purity, and honor.  Not only was their marriage seen as a sin, but when Juyo was born, he had heard that there was a council held to end his life and that his father had to fight in his defense.  Issues within the Dākuchairudō clan were solved through fighting.  The accuser would fight the accused to the death, the survivor earning whatever the issue had been and settling the matter forever.  “Hey, half-breed, what’re you doing?  Ain’t the Exams still on?”  Juyo gulped, his failure to stay in the Exams would definitely raise the disgrace and shame he bore upon the clan.  He hated how the clan hated him and his family, but that was the way things were, so Juyo just hated them right back.  

“Well, well,” slurred a taller one, he seemed to be the least drunk of the group.  “You know what that means, boys!  The contract is broken!”  The other six drunken clansmen turned to the taller one and started cheering, “It’s broken!  Call the council!”  They’re shouting got higher and higher.  Juyo stood in bewilderment, not knowing what they were talking about.  He had never heard of any contract before and he didn’t know if it had something to do with him or if the drunken group had finally gone to the bottom of the beer bottle.  They began running up and down the residence, passing all of the different homes and continuing their shouting, which now seemed like a chant.  Lights were coming on and anyone that had been asleep were now very much awake.  A hand grabbed Juyo from behind and pulled him into his house.  Juyo started to feel relieved as he saw it was his mother, but quickly changed into shock as he saw his mother’s face.  Her face was in a panic, her hair in a mess and eye’s wider than he had ever seen them, no, wider than he thought was possible.  “What the FUCK are you doing back here so soon!” she yelled loudly right in front of Juyo’s face.  “Do you know what you’ve done!?”

Juyo stammered in a response.  What the hell is happening?  Mom has never been this upset.  Just then his father pulled his mom off of him.  “Don’t worry about it, Juyo.  I’m sure I can fix this.”  Juyo looked up at his father, he was so confused at everything that was happening.  It had started out just like any other day.  “What? What did I do wrong?”  His father shook his head, “No time to explain, it looks like they’re getting the council together.”  He sighed as he looked outside the window, grabbing his coat, slipping on his shoes he slipped out the door.  His mother soon followed, looking at Juyo just before she left.  Her face was pale and she looked as if she could have thrown up right then.  Juyo leaned against the wall, trying to make sense of what all was going on.  A contract?  What did I do wrong?  What was his dad trying to fix?

Wanting to know what just was going on, Juyo ran out the door and headed to the Meeting Room, a rather large addition that joined the two heads’ houses.  He didn’t need to get too close to the main door before he could hear the shouting and roar of what was going on inside.  Juyo stopped to listen to the council.

“The boy has broken the council!  It’s as simple as that!” yelled an unfamiliar voice.  Juyo didn’t really keep track of who was who in his clan since none of them gave out their names to a half-breed like himself.  “Things are never that simple!  I fought for that contract and my defense for it should be enough to keep it now!”  That was his dad’s yell, one voice Juyo would never forget.  “You can’t just break the contract!  Breaking a contract that was bound here in front of the council is a bigger disgrace than us and YOU should be the one on the defense for proposing such a thing!”  Juyo couldn’t understand exactly what his father was saying.  All of this talk about a contract made no sense.  There was never any contract made in the clan’s histories that Juyo had read.

“You are an even greater fool, then Daikichi-san.  You know full well that you’re son has broken the agreement.  His coming home in defeat is exactly what was written in the contract.”  This was another voice that Juyo didn’t know, but it was booming and the council went silent as the man spoke, then roared loudly in agreement.  “No!  Please, don’t do this father!”  Juyo’s eyes widened at the sound of his mother’s voice.  He had never heard his mother plead or have such a defeated tone before.  She had always been so confident and proud, showing Juyo all the different genjutsu she knew as a Kurai Torikkusutā path member.  It was her that had given Juyo pride in himself when he was young and constantly being beaten up by his clan.  Now she was crying out, and what had she said, ‘father’?  He had never met his grandparents; such was the depth of his shameful existence.

“I am sorry, my child, but we must keep the honor of our clan.” The booming voice announced again, the rest of the council went completely silent as he spoke.  “If only you had heeded my warning before you disgraced our family and the clan, you would’ve been able to live without fear of this.”  His mother started crying now, whimpering, his father’s voice broke the silence, “Ein! Quickly, it seems this could be the end! Go now!!”

“The matter is over!  Rid our clan of the filth, my brothers and sisters!” roared another loud voice, though not as booming as the previous one.  The sound of many swords and too many feet shuffling in the room echoed loudly into the night.  Juyo stood in front of the door, his face in utter terror as he heard the shouts and screams of fighting.  Is this real?  Am I dreaming?  There is no way this can be real.

The door flew open as his mother burst out, stopping in front of the stunned Juyo.  “Juyo!  What a---“ she cried out, but was cut off as a blade came out of her mouth, two other blades slid out of the front of her stomach.  Her blood sprayed Juyo’s face as he stood there, not blinking as his mother collapsed in front of him, three clansmen now stood before him, their katanas dripping with blood.  They were bleeding somewhat themselves, their clothes ripped up and they seemed to be quite beaten up.  Behind them, Juyo could hear his father roar as the sound of blades clashed and others screamed in pain.  So much noise, too much screaming.  Juyo couldn’t move, he was in such a state of shock at the sudden escalation that his brain just didn’t seem to work.  RUN!!  FUCKING RUN! he heard himself scream inside his head as his clansmen approached him.

Chakra 135/150:

Post WC: 1854
Training Raiton C-->B 1854/2000

The dead of night and Ukio sat at his window looking out to the moon that was shining brightly against his eyes, the crescent shape reflecting in his eyes as he pondered on the fight between him and Juyo. It was only yesterday he arrived from the exams to hear word from the Raikage that he and Juyo would be promoted to Chuunin. He was too excited to sleep, but it wasn't much present in his facial expression. Ukio worried for Juyo in the exams, wondering when he would arrive home.

His window was open when he heard a couple of voices being exchanged about a boy coming home in the middle of the night. This caused Ukio to widen his gaze and slip from the window into his more casual attire before he leaped from the window, out into the night as his body became a silhouette in the moons light, vanishing as quickly as he went to arrive in the desecrated dust of the streets in kumo. "Juyo is home so early.. I expected him to stay until he won." he said quietly to himself looking to the moon as he walked. He didn't know anything until just now.

Ukio was excited to tell Juyo the news of the promotion they both received. Ukio thought he must be distraught from his loss and would truly benefit from this news. He wandered up to the clan grounds before he noticed something strange about the grounds. Usually on night like this a lot of the clan members would be out drinking and wreaking havoc on young women wandering about, but it seemed like everyone was nicely tucked into their beds and asleep. Ukio disregarded it and continued to walk towards Juyo's house, he'd seen it a couple of times walking with Juyo home after their spar. Even after finding out they were squad members this promoted a friendship between the two.

He noticed immediately that Juyo's residence was silent, looking to the right to find a large light in a house that looked more festive than all the rest. Ukio noticed a body standing outside the building, it looked like Juyo, with a smirk he motioned towards the body, halfway though Ukio heard the screams of a woman, watching her body fall limp before Juyo and the blood splattering on his body. Without hesitation, looking as Juyo did nothing he rushed forward, sending a kick into the face of the closest man attacking Juyo. "Hey! Juyo, What's going on?!" Ukio screamed as he fought off the men.

437/1500

The three clansmen raised their katanas, about to cut Juyo down as he just watched, frozen in place.  He hadn't blinked since his mother's blood hit him.  He kept looking at his mother's face, as if she would disappear as if it was just an illusion.  This had to be some kind of bad dream.  Juyo couldn’t believe that his mother was dead, he couldn’t, and so he stood there.

“Hey, Juyo!” Ukio’s voice broke through the noise as sharply as his kick to the clansman on Juyo’s left. “What’s going on?”  Ukio’s kick had caught the clansman off guard, shoving him into the other two like bowling pins.  Juyo blinked for the first time, finally coming to terms, at least somewhat, with reality.  “I have no idea!” he shouted back at Ukio while forming three lightning javelins around him, shooting them into the council’s room.  The javelins struck three guys each in the back of their necks as they were turned away from Juyo and fighting with Daisuke.  Juyo rushed into the council room.  He needed to help his father before he was killed too.  Why is this happening?  What the hell was that contract about?

Chakra 120/150:

Post WC: 207
Training Raiton C-->B 1854+207=2000/2000 COMPLETE
Training Ninjutsu C-->B 61/2000

Ukio rushed in after Juyo threw the lightning javelins. He pushed through the crowd, gripping the hilt he kept in the sheath on his back. Why did he carry it just in casual attire? Ukio never walked alone unprotected in the night ever since his foster parents died. The clansmen distracted allowed Ukio to draw his sword and slash into their bodies easily, neck, stomach, knees. He'd already disposed of three before a man slammed a chair own his back.

Falling to the floor with an thump, he tried to crawl his way back to his feet to find a foot slammed into his back, crushing him into the floor with the crack of a couple floorboards. The impact made him cough a little bit of blood. Ukio looked over to Juyo who was busy with the other clansmen, thinking he was too busy to help he yelled out. "Hey Chuunin!" Ukio screamed out, trying to keep his weight from being crushed into the floor. Ukio wasn't giving up this easily, but he might have to with the crack of a punch slamming into his head, his face reverberating off the floor.

633/1500

~Rolling For Uchiha Fun!

The member 'Aneki' has done the following action : Dices roll

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ooc: As the pm's and cbox state, I was allowed to post by Ukio and Juyo

The Ryuzoji's body jumped from roof to roof. He had heard of a commotion going on that night and he was going to check it out. It was a dark and cold night, there could be rain on the horizon but that was not for Aneki to say. He arrived near the clan grounds for some clan that really mattered little to the Special Jounin and heard screams and swords clanging. This ruckus seemed to be someone being attacked or someone attacking. Whatever it was, he made his way into the clan grounds quickly, running towards where a mass of the clansmen were gathering. Someone's house or something. The Ryuzoji quietly moved his hand to the hilt of his blade upon his back, drawing it quickly to deflect a blade from someone who had taken him as an enemy. Not exactly what he had wanted to do with his night, but 'when in rome' he thought. Quietly, he spun his sword around the other man's, moving his blade to the guy's neck decapitating him. These punks were no match for a Ryuzoji.

His passive sensory abilities picked up on a familiar electrical signature. Why was it so familiar? He moved into the building, blocking strikes and sending his own into the clansmen, noticing someone he hadn't seen in quite a while. "Juyo? The hell?" He was cut short as another blade came near his head, quickly parrying it with the flat of his own blade, knocking the male's hand away. He then thrusted the tip of his sword into the man's heart, pulling his sword out quickly. Amateurs. His passive sensory range picked up another type of electrical signature unlike these clansmen. Though all were unique, clans shared one blip that would be the same. This man however, did not share it. Aneki turned to see a clansmen with his foot in the back of a blackhaired male, who was getting fed a fist.

The ryuzoji silently moved his body to that of the clansmen, pushing his body to pass the other's, then bringing his sword across and through at the man's stomach. With such a keen edge to his Katana, Aneki successfully bisected the individual, blood gushing up like a fountain upon the young lad, before both pieces fell over. The ryuzoji then quietly looked over at juyo, then then young one he had rescued, flicking the blood from his katana. He noticed a few other clansmen moving from behind him, three on his right, two on his left, and five coming in the door. This night was getting all sorts of eventful. He then moved to help the black-haired lad up, running into what seemed a council room after juyo. He cut down three of the five men blocking their way to the other room with ease, turning back to see the others coming from the other building. He pushed the Uchiha ahead towards juyo, pulling the sash down from his mouth.

He formed the tiger handseal, breathing in deeply to allow the chakra to fill up his lungs and his throat line, then released it all. The flames came out in a flamethrower stream, aimed at the house itself, instead of the men attempting to come out. The streams hit the house, and the Ryuzoji moved them to set the house ablaze, cathing the other men within it. Aneki smirked as he stopped his jutsu, watching the flames. He then replaced his sash over his mouth, turning to the others in the council room. Juyo had done a great job hitting three with lightning javelin but their was still a huge crowd in here. Aneki shook his head, moving his blade in multiple strokes ,cutting enemies of his friend and himself down to size. The crowd slowly began to get smaller as the Ryuzoji swung, twisting his form this way and that. He moved past the lad he had helped, being sure not to swing the sword onto him. And stopped next to Juyo, looking around. There were so many of them..

235/250:

Training Katon C>B: 688/2000

What was going on? He didn't understand what was going on around him. Ukio looked up to the man above him, vision blurry and head pounding with each second that passed. He couldn't do it, he closed his eyes, feeling his head fall off the floor again and again. Blood splattered onto his face, the candles shining off the metal in his face. He couldn't make out what it was, only that he was being lifted to his feet. He saw the clansmen all attack, but he still couldn't understand, he was dazed and disoriented, a large fist to a small head.

He felt his body being pushed back into Juyo, almost falling in the process he was cognitive enough to stay standing, using his sword as a mean to keep his body up straight. Lights, bright lights, it hurt. He covered his eyes, falling down as the fire was burning the house, backing up slowly, trying to get away. They were surrounded at his point, Ukio still moving to get away. He face facing the dirt now, coughing up blood, sand and dirt filling his nose, the blood reaching from his mouth, dribbling as he began to close his eyes, seeing blurry visions gather around him.

Thump, thwack, slam. He was being beaten, where was his hero, his savior? He knew enough to know that someone was there with them, but he didn't know if Juyo was okay, he couldn't know, he wasn't able to. He was lying there on his face, punches and kicks landing into his body, his face battered and bruised, his fragile body was breaking, his eye cut slightly from the roll he took after being kicked, his face swelling up. His body was being kicked around like a rag doll, feeling his body be moved, numb to the punches but the waves of pan sharper and sharper, he was losing it, barely able to hear, he heard the bass of their voices, faint and unclear. Was he going to die here and now? His life was barely started and it ends as quick as it began. Was the path of conquest fading from memory?

1000/1500

(OOC:  Guys, notice this has the entire Dakuchairudo Clan involved.  Also notice that this clan is NOT MINE.  So, let's still say we make a dent, but are overwhelmed.  As for Aneki:  Don't kill all of them, please, in the off-chance Rudie comes back and sees this xD, thanks. Also, sorry for such a late post.)


Juyo turned to see Ukio about to get his face punched in by one of his clansmen.  Daikichi was being overwhelmed as well, and Juyo didn't know who to help.  He couldn't help both of them.  Turning to get rid of the clansman threatening Ukio, Aneki the Ryuuzoji moved in and took care of him.  The sudden appearance of yet another person threw Juyo off completely, stopping him in his tracks.  HE watched as Aneki plowed through clansmen, fatally injuring several and killing quite a few as he moved around the council room.

Then Aneki set fire to the whole house with a fireball jutsu.  What the hell does he think he's doing? Juyo thought, not considering that all of his clansmen wanting him dead was a sign that this wasn't his home anymore.  Juyo turned back to his father, only to see him torn to pieces already by the overwhelming crowd that had been around him.  Everyone was breaking out of the council room now.  Everyone, that is, except two large men.  Juyo recognized their faces as the two clan heads.  Their power within the clan and as shinobi were to be greatly feared.

Juyo panicked, trying to run out of the burning building when the Dark Trickster clan head moved in front with his brilliant speed.  "Now it's only the brat's turn before we deal with these fucking annoying outsiders!"  The other clan leader, much bulkier, boomed in agreement, "Yes!  They shouldn't have interfered in our clan's affairs!"  The Dark Trickster clan head pinned Juyo down to the ground while the Veracious Predator clan head drove his katana to cut open Juyo's chest.  He could feel the man's big hand reach into his chest, going for his heart.  Juyo screamed louder than he ever had before.  The pain of the sword cutting his flesh, his muscles, and even his ribs was too much.  The man's hand reaching in sent Juyo through an overload of pain, passing out under the pain.  The clan head intended to eat Juyo's heart, a ritual of the Dakuchairudo clan.  The Veracious Predator clan head laughed at Juyo's collapse while rummaging around Juyo's body for the heart.

(OOC:  Order is Me, Ukio, and then Aneki.  I was skipped due to not posting.  Continue like so, please.  Ukio: get that one tomoe and save my butt!  Aneki:  Please don't let me die, okay?  Thanks, guys!)

Post WC: 377
Training Ninjutsu C-->B 61+377=438/2000

Why.. Why was this happening. Ukio woke up on a bridge, mist around him in a gold tint, dragons and complete sharingan tomoes lining the bridge out and onward. He couldn't see 50 feet past where he was, but it seemed as if the path of conquest was falling from him, he felt weak and confused, moving across the bridge like a maniac. Aneki and Juyo were fighting for their lives while Ukio was just sitting here like a vegitable, just slipping away, taking a beating from the other clansmen. He couldn't wake up, not like this. Ukio was staring on, jogging his way down the path, pieces of the bridge falling off, never seeming to hit anything or make a noise.

He kept running in his mind, was this the way people died? He thought to himself, remembering that he kept seeing sharingans lined down the bridge, he couldn't understand where this is. Was it the path his minds eye always created? Or was this his final destination in life, forever roaming in a world that only he inhabits? Was this all in his unconscious or was it something more spiritual, more profound. He couldn't help but hear from time to time the bass yelling shouts of Aneki and Juyo, but he couldn't make them out, they sounded like blaring drums inside the bridge, echoing and shaking it.

He stopped suddenly, where the bridge came to a platform, a statue in the middle that had eyes opened, but looked like a warrior, a seasoned one. Ukio looked up and saw into it, the features it had and how it was built. Looking at it reminded of himself. Because it was him, looking down to the bottom of it he saw a closed eye. He looked around, trying to understand what was going on. He was starting to slip, the world he was in crumbling apart from the bridge. He wanted to help Aneki and Juyo, he wanted to protect and help them, he didn't want this to happen. "Let me out of here!!" The sound drumming through the area, the eye on the statue opening its eye, showing one tomoe that spun intensely around the iris. Ukio stared into it, being lost in it.

Being picked up by one of the clansmen, talking in his face, Ukio started to come back, smelling the liquor in his breath. Blood started to trickle from his mouth, falling to his knees where Ukio caught his footing, opening his eyes to reveal his tomoe spinning rapidly around his eye. He slightly moved his head, a punch passing by his ear, slamming his blade up into the chest of the man, darting forward and over towards Juyo. Decapitating the ones surrounding him, he turned around, using his katana to parry off another sword trying to attack Juyo, Ukio's blade slid up his, cutting off the fingers and decapitating the man. He looked back to Juyo momentarily, locking eyes with him before he darted into him, slamming his blade into the eye of a clan member trying to attack him from behind. "Let's dance shall we?"

1529/1500

195/200:

Aneki's eyes darted back and forth as he stood there. Juyo had a man reaching inside his chest, while the other child was being beaten. The one in the most immediate danger would have to be juyo and that is the one he went to save. He moved quickly, his body dodging between a few strikes and swords, before he reached the two clan heads. His fist moved quickly to strike the trickster head, then bringing a leg up to kick him away. His sword moved back into his sheath as he turned on the predator head, pushing him away from the man juyo. More of the clansmen came to be around Juyo, now that his heart was exposed and this was not going to be good. There was a ruckus to the male's right and he turned, seeing the boy from earlier moving quickly, decapitating a few of the clansmen who had come around juyo. "Let's dance, shall we?"

Someone was a little full of himself.

Just three minutes ago he was getting his face pummeled in and now he was trying to play the hero? Aneki looked at the boy, shaking his head. There was something different though: a crimson color to his eyes now? Was Aneki imagining this? He took a closer look and was slightly surprised. The boy was an Uchiha who had just awakened his first tomoe. Great, no wonder he was so full of himself. Aneki leaned down, picking up juyo in the cradle carry, looking over to the Uchiha. ''We're leaving!" He shouted, pushing past clansmen and others, his form breaking through the crowd. There were too many dead or injured already, he needed to get juyo to safety before anything else.

Quietly, he jumped up to the roof, motioning for the Uchiha to follow him, hopping from roof to roof, escaping the area. An hour would go by of the pair hopping roofs, until they reached the medical facility. Aneki quietly handed juyo to a doctor, asking that his wounds be treated quickly. As they took him away, the Ryuzoji move his body to sit against a wall, looking over at the Uchiha. "What was all that about? You realize you'd both be dead if not for me right?" It was rude, but true. The Ryuzoji had saved both of their lives and he was sure it'd happen again if the clansmen decided to come after Juyo.

1107/2000

Juyo was incapacitated and completely unaware of what was going on.  Bleeding profusely as Aneki carried him across rooftops to the village's hospital.  The world began spinning for Juyo.  He could see his mother pierced with two swords through her stomach and one through her mouth.  Her eyes were wide and piercing into Juyo.  Continuing his spin, Juyo's father came into view, his right arm only going as far as the elbow and his left arm was completely missing.  Deep scratches were visible all over his body.  Next thing to come spinning in front of Juyo was the little girl from the Chuunin Exams.  Together they spun around Juyo, calling out to him, "Save me," "You broke the contract," and "Why weren't you stronger?"

This grew louder and louder around Juyo with the three of them spinning faster and faster around him.  Suddenly his chest felt ripped open and he looked down, seeing a red glow coming from his chest.  He peered into the glowing hole from his chest and saw his heart beating.  Seeing it beat made the vibrations rock his entire body, shuddering with each beat of the heart.  Then the voice that he had heard when he saw the dead little girl on his way back to Kumo called out to him again.  "Ask away, young Juyo."  Looking up, he heard the whispering sounds come from his mother, father, and the dead girl standing before him.  Their eyes glowed white and they slowly moved closer to him, yet they didn't walk.  It was as if they were floating.  Juyo didn't hesitate this time, "Give me the strength to save! Please!"  All three smiled, and reached into Juyo's open chest, their hands grabbing around Juyo's heart.  He felt a strong shudder of cold seep into his body, chilling him to the bone and making his teeth clatter.  They looked up at him in questioning his resolve, their faces turned to looks of slight anger that Juyo might want to back out of it.  The dead girl locked eyes with him and Juyo went back to the day he had carried her across the desert, blood pouring out of her cut throat.  He remembered the words he had prayed that day as he ran, "Gods, give me the strength to save."  Whispering these words, he felt his parents' and the girl's hands pull out his heart.

Immediately Juyo woke up in the hospital bed, the doctors rushing to him and calming him down. He kept muttering that he was cold, so not truly understanding what he meant the nurses brought several blankets to cover him.  Juyo laid back in the bed, shivering inside even though his body temperature was fine.  He didn't remember what all had happened just then, but he didn't really feel anything at all and he didn't really care.  Laying back, Juyo stared up at the ceiling where he could feel someone watching over him.



Post WC: 500
Training Ninjutsu C-->B 438+500=938/2000

Leaping through the buildings, Sharingan still active from the traumatic experience that had awakened such a power, he was amazed at what it allowed him to do. He didn't answer Aneki, he didn't feel powerful or didn't feel like he was able to save anyone, he knew for a fact his life would have ended without the intervention of his Sensei, no doubt. But what he did know was that even through it all, the will and strength to survive and fight was present at that moment.

They arrive to the hospital, Ukio's body seeming to understand it was a safe place, his Sharingan deactivating itself, causing his body to fall limp a little, he needed to use the support of the wall and counters to stand up. His eyes were falling down and he seemed to black out in this moment. He awoke within a hospital bed to feel a bandage wrapped around his head. He felt fine physcially, the occasional sharp pain fazed him slightly, being annoying at points yet subtle at others. He left his bed in search for Juyo, doctors telling him to be careful but waving them off because it was just a concussion, he had a frail body, but not a frail spirit. He asked the nurse for Juyo's location.

Looking through the glass he could see that Juyo was fine, perfect in fact. He saw him as he was sleep, smiling to himself as he pocketed his hands and walked off into the distance, out of the building and back to his rock, all before Juyo woke up. He lay on the rock, the bandage was a nice cushion. He survived a whole clan attacking him, the path of conquest was being paved.

He was by Juyo's bedside most of the night, watching the man twist and turn. One of his good friends was in pain and he could do nothing to help him but sit and watch. The clansmen had ripped open his chest, trying to get to his heart and Aneki watched as the medical ninja were trying to slowly heal and close up the wound. He couldn't watch it too much longer as he had a bit of an emotional attachment to this man. He moved out of the room to find the Uchiha had collapsed upon the floor and he sighed, moving to carry him to another hospital bed, down the hall from Juyo. The Uchiha kept muttering 'Sensei'. And Aneki thought of something he had seen on the board in the hokage's office. That's right, he was one of the Squad Leaders and this kid was in his squad. Unwittingly the Ryuzoji had saved the life of one of his students and that made him feel a bit better about being in the village. The special jounin thought for a moment on this as the doctors rushed in to take care of the boy, and he turned leaving that room.

He returned to Juyo's side, holding the man's arm. They had closed up the hole in his chest and stopped any bleeding keeping the man safe for now. The Ryuzoji stared down into the face of the man who had given him Bean Jam Cakes so long ago. True, he didn't really enjoy pastries that much but it was something nice he had never had from someone else. That day was one of the times that he had actually had the chance to go out and bond with another person who was not in his own clan. He continued watching over the man Juyo even after the doctors and nurses assured him that his friend was alright and would heal up nicely. He didn't care what they had to say. He was going to stay here until Juyo was good enough to leave. He would sit next to his bedside all night and day if he had to, just to be assured that the young man was going to be alright. Sure, it was a bit extreme since Juyo had only give the Ryuzoji a few cakes but it was the kindness shown that had not been shown by anyone else that made the Ryuzoji act like this.

After a while he noticed that his student had woken up and was staring through the window at juyo. He nodded at his student quietly and watched his walk away, probably out of the building and leave. The Ryuzoji quietly watched Juyo's deep slumber, his chest heaving up and down periodically the doctors giving him a few pain killers and dosing up their medical ninjutsu. He would be doing better soon, and that was good news to Aneki. He smiled underneath the sash over his mouth, watching as in the middle of the night he awoke, looking around and muttering about being cold. The doctors brought him a bunch of blankets and quilts to keep him warm, yet he still shivered and complained of the cold, maybe it was something internal? What had those monsters done to him?! He watched his friend in angst, feeling angry that had no way to help out his friend at all. He thought back to what the two clan heads were doing to Juyo, remembering that one had reached into his chest, reaching around for his heart but that was about it. Had they done something else before he could get to them?

The Ryuzoji was out of options at this point and a few of the nurses asked him to wait outside for Juyo, as he needed his rest to get better and be treated. He silently agreed and left the room, walking out into the waiting room. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do at this point though. What was there to do anyway? Sit there with his hands between his legs until his friend came out A-Okay? He couldn't do that only because he hated having to wait for anything. But instead of rushing off to seek revenge the male moved to the corner, sitting there, with his legs crossed comfortably. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He envisioned when he had burned down the house, and concentrated that thought into his mind. Katon chakra was circulating his pathways, and he controlled this a bit. He concentrated his chakra more and more, trying to get his mastery over the nature of fire better. He could have burned down the entire clan grounds and hurt his student and friend if he wasn't careful, so he needed to get better at controlling the flames he used. Quietly he continued to focus his chakra, moving it back and forth in his body, focusing mainly on the Katon element as he did so. There were a few people who walked by him or stopped to ask what he was doing but he blatantly ignored them while concentrating his chakra. His body tensed and un-tensed, his chest heaved quietly, with slow and even breaths. He was going to control this no matter what would happen to him or what it took. He was getting closer now, he could feel it. The katon nature was beginning to bend to his will, the flames inside of him moving as he told them to. He told them to burn higher, they burned higher, when he wanted a low heat, they would come lower. He continued to envision his inner flames until a nurse came to tell him that Juyo would be awake and he would be the first to see him if Aneki wanted to go home. The shinobi respectfully refused, stating that he would sleep where he was at the current moment.

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