Boardering Mirage [Rank B Patrol Misison] (Naito&Jojo)

The shirtless, toned, confident boy was called into the Kaguya compound. The area was haphazard or at least considered that way to most other clans and peoples. It was here he was to get a mission and from what had been hinted at by the messanger it was one he'd look forward to. There were many people wandering around largely younger children of mischief and none with the gift of bone or that's what her assumed at least. From his knowledge the ability was rare even among the clan. He eventually found the person he sought in a small office adorned in pelts and skulls. Ther person was am older man by at ;east fifteen years wearing a long necked fur shirt of browns and pants of heavy Hozuki design.

“So, there's something exiting here?” asked the Genin

the man stood  and spoke with experience tones, “No Kaguya, not exiting, but something for you to build experience of of.” He paused for a moment to let Naito speak, but the boy only looked disappointed. “You are to patrol the edge of the mainland on the designated areas of this map. There is always the chance that someone has made it to the made land.” the man handed the map over to Naito.

“Really, just walk around for a couple of nights and see if someone pops upn not that hard.”

the man frowned, “Its not just that, you know that the clans are in a precarious alliance there might be a small band of splinter clansman. This isn't just about enemies, but our own safety of stability.”

“Right, I'll do it.” the Genin nodded, waited a a moment, then left towards the edge of the Mizu no kuni.

Several nights passed as he approached the first point on the map, which turned out to be nothing after a day of waiting. The next area he hopped would be more eventful after even more travel time he approached the frosty coast. Here the snow fell across the vast vista before him even to the point of chilling the male Kaguya. In the distance the Ice mountains from the nearby items glimmered in the moonlight, the ocean waters lapped at the shore occasionally breaking off a piece of ice to float away in the water. The immediate surrounding were that of the snowy coast and the ice filled trees that bordered it.

“Guess I have to wait even more...” he lamented with a shiver.

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Jojo’s adventures through the artistic style of training had sent her through many different ranges of knowing what to expect from whichever direction she were to go through. Such definitive’s were ideally different to come up with and as it would seem, the weather was much colder here than where she had been training so much time ago. Her eyes closed while walking, just enjoying the cooling air from the weather she had ventured into. Such was the factors that her own definite idea would come from as she would continue her venture across the borderlines of the northern regions of the water country as she would keep a steady rhythm to her steps. Jojo’s green hair illuminated the land with the shine of it while the snow flaking down melted upon her body, such was the mention of heat coming from her or anything else for the weak snow to fall upon as she would keep a steady frame of mind under her own proposed knowledge of what she can or cannot do. It was the snow falling upon her paled skin and green hair that stood out while her eyes as golden as they were, always shown brightly with the lights around her.

Clothed in her white robe of buckled straitjacket alike, this outfit was warm at the least, covering all along her arms and legs, leaving her face and head to be pelted by the cool air nipping at her face. Even the howling winds of the snowfall sent the shivers down her spine. Yet as she moved through the place she kept her Kaguya headband on her neck, a clear show of where she was from so she wouldn’t be mistaken for a ninja of an opposing clan. Granted the only clans she knew for green hair was the forested ones. A steady trading of steps as she would notably have her forehead’s tattoo of an awkward V in red color like a Kaguya’s but it was still not enough at times, hence why she always wore the Kaguya head band to keep it in check so others don’t attempt anything foolish. She remembered the docks she was closing in on though, the docks of where the Mizu no Kuni clans went out and attacked the eight tales, the docks they left many ships from but only a few came back, there were many unnamed graves around here and Jojo knew all the shinobi that were in them.

Pieces were buried when no one body was found, it was a grave of many differences and as it would seem the very grave was tragedy to the land. However she understood its intent and as such she would continue walking with little mind on such matters, after all she had no power to change it, so why should she try to do so? It was then that her eyes looked up and spotted a boy, a familiar boy as she would hold up an arm and in greeting said, “Ho there!” She knew little about him other than the stow-a-way incident, she may be the only one who actually knew that much but as for who he was, that was nothing she knew about.

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The boy started, his hand instantly on the belted hilt of his Terumi ninja-to pulling the blade until he saw distinctive green hair through the falling snow, only one person had that hair. After a moment more of snow blowing in the wind he was able to discern the body that went with this hair. The white covering jacket on soft snow didn't deter or obfuscate his eyes as he survived in such a icy environment before and knew how to look. The obviously female body along with arms and legs were covered in what looked like warm material. The only obvious weapon on her was a sword or some kind on her back. He sheathed what amount of blade was out as he spoke,

“What are you doing way out here?” he asked with frosted breath as he slowly approached, blinking and momentarily averting his eye when he found himself crossing the line between analyzing potential prey and staring. From what he’s been told staring isn't a very polite thing to do. However if the ordeal with the demon beast proved anything it was that the girl wasn't an unprovoked threat, well no more than any other of his clan; random cuffs and blood were just a part of the clan so he didn't need an eye on her.

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Jojo would calmly shrug; she had almost a giggling look about her face when she saw him continually looking at her until finally saying something. Granted what he said was not unwarranted, as she would voice her giggles now. It was mere coincidence that she had actually seen this boy again after the fight against the eight-tail beast. Her eyes on the snowfall before shaking herself to have the snow fall off her clothing and hair. “Well I am merely passing through here. I have been training since the tailed beast attacked the main land some days ago. So as you can see, I’ve just been traversing back from the country side.” As it were, this was very true to the very essence of what she could do and who she was anyways in the means of knowing what was inside the very essence of the individual she spoke with.

Her eyes traced along him, the white hair of the Kaguya and the markings as well. It was all impressive to say the least that one so young was able to sneak into the very confines of a battlement. Jojo had let it slide in her report of the actual battle, as she would not find much need in ratting a boy of her own clan out to the clan of pirates known as the Hozuki. Instead, she would look upon this boy and then smile, “Well I am curious what it was that you were thinking when you boarded the ships to the mainland those days ago.” It was a calm question, one not too far off as she would only smile and wonder. Indeed she could very well wonder when this boy will make a higher rank, to her this little one could be no more than a genin however she had the chances to be very wrong in the past after all while she waited for a response.

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Natio finished his approach to her from the side as she talked of her training. She sounded bemused by something, there was a giggle in her voice as she spoke along with the shaking of snow and hair. Some scattered bits of downy ice fell on him, but he didn't mind this Kaguya was used to the cold and snow. He didn't blame her for wanting to train after that incident. For that matter it made Naito feel insignificant next to the large tailed beast and unskilled when compared to this girl. From what he had observed she had more knowledge of the clan then he did it seemed or at least mastery of more skills. He felt her eyes on him momentarily and glanced at her not noticing anything different in posture or arms. His eyes made another scan of the snowy area not seeing anything new.

He nodded at the female Kaguya acknowledging her inquiry about his 'unsolicited' passage. The male smirked remembering his stealth trek aboard the transport and storage area. Riding in boxes, clinging to walls and in general being a shinobi.

“I wanted something more challenging than going from place to place delivering messages or patrolling  the compound. I figured a big gathering overseas was sure to have something more than just the occasional distraction.” A laugh escaped into the cold environment, “Had a bit more than expected.”

He looked back at the woman, “If you want to talk more you'll have to follow me on patrol. Who are you?” It was nice to have another Kaguya with him that wasn't one of his sisters, but he still didn't know this person. Considering her fighting prowess, skills and strange connection to the clan with her glamorous green hair his curiosity was piqued.

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Jojo followed after with a steady phase, as she would note just how unifying her eyes were of this individual with a steady knowledge. Indeed such was understandable to her  while she would take notice and hypothesize such information to which she would utilize all information necessary. Jojo herself would shrug while moving outwardly and towards that situation as she would smile kindly, “Well, I am Kaguya Jojo of the Zassou x Kaguya mating.” Paring together the knowledge of her clan and the mother clan, both of which were traitors in the eyes of the world as she would steadily continue after this boy and rub her head with an itching feeling with which she would start to remember something about her entire family line, or rather of her parents. “Quite frankly, I am from a family of traitors. My mother still lives, being that she lives on as one of the Kaguya Clan heads of council. My father you may have heard of, he was traitor Kaguya Kleic, a Jounin commander of the Hozuki banner that aimed to run off and give secret information to opposing clans. My squad was dispatched and as part of my Jounin test, I killed him.”

Jojo, even though she revealed only a little information, the small bit she had revealed actually held many small moments of maximum information to which one who was searching could easily understand just where she was coming from in such a moment of tranquil disadvantage. She would rub her hair again, and look at this boy and understood she also knew nothing of him as she would look at him and kindly follow some more, [color=purple]“And what of you? I know nothing of you so can you give me your name as well?”[/purple] Indeed, she knew nothing of this boy but also, from what she could tell so far, he was used to small missions, and as she looked around the snowing plane of watery ice, she could tell that such moments would prove useless, as there was nothing in this landscape but her and this young shinobi.

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Moving across the gleaming white landscape of the coast at a pace that was no doubt slow to the more experienced kunoichi. As the snow and ice crunched under foot he listened and felt her eyes on him. Natio didn't mind this as he was rather trusting of clansmen even if he didn't always voice it. However he tensed at the first mention of traitors, but as much as the boy wanted to shift pace putting her in sight he forced himself to listen. The area was becoming more wooded with dead trees to be reborn in later in the year as the girl, Jojo, finished her story. Naito actually felt relived that her father was killed, her mother on the clan counsel. With his trust in this clansman renewed he commented, “It is good that he is dead. Secrets are reserved for friends and allies not to potential foes, it is something that must be earned.” But even as he said that he contradictorily felt sad that her father was dead, though not that she was the one to kill him. It reminded him of his own father, fate unknown as it was. “I, I am... sorry that your father is dead anyway.” Sounds sprung up as frosted tree limbs bent, the Genin glancing, noting small animals moving from tree to tree.

“I am Kaguya Natio of Mononoketo from the far south east island.” He wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't familiar with the village for both the fact the the icy mountainous island was rarely visited and that the village was supposedly destroyed. Feeling that he should show Jojo the same courtesy of clan trust  he continued as he gave her a glance, “My father was Toume, a Jounin Medical-nin and mother Saiya,” it was strange using their actual names, “She is a arms smith, though not a shinobi.” Naito's hand went the kami-maijou on his belt next to the ninja-to. “My village was assaulted by the Terumi when I was young. Prior to that it was a,” he felt a little emasculated for say so, “Gorgeous village of the clan, shining of ice and snow. There was a cave that shined of rainbow light when the sun hit it just right, um, anyway, Y- my sister and I were forced out of Mononoketo to live in the frozen lands of the mountains for years and years only having a guest for the latter year before being rejoined with mother and my other siblings. I have no idea if my home or father still exist.” After a few moments the crunching of nearby snow floated to his ears, not that of Jojo's or his own. He crouched down and made a gesture for his companion to do the same, he pointed to the north west through the lines of trees. As he approached what went unsaid was his desire to become stronger in his bloodline to go and find his father and village once more. Peering through the row of trees he saw a small group of six people bundled up to shield from the cold. They were moving in a straight line to cover their numbers kunai could be seen hanging from various points on their clothing, scabbards poking out of layered cloth. The male Kaguya stayed in the snow observing these people trying to find an identifying mark.

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When he was commenting about her own life, about her father she seemed to find it as something quite out of place. In her mind though, she thought to herself just what Mononoketo was, it was something she had never actually heard about and in the end she probably would not ask but would rather do her research about it. In the eventuality of it all, she would find herself noticing a great many things while she would start noticing a great many things. Sights, smells, and even sounds around the entirety of this place. Yes, Jojo knew all about the group traveling around the corner and as it were, she would steadily focus her eyes and sigh and would find a calm moment in her mind and eye. All to which she would find herself hoping they would not come across this group of bandits however, she would find out that they would after Naito started speaking. Naito was an interesting boy and Jojo would find this individual quite a perplexed boy who could one day be a family man perhaps. To her though, this individual could use much more training and as far as that goes she could as well.

Jojo already started to listen and with that, she would focus plenty and steadily focused as she watched and looked at each of these individuals. “Swords, some must be exclusive to the two hand style as well. There are also kunai with explosive tags.” Jojo would say quietly to the boy Kaguya and her eyes kept watching these individuals. A calm definitive to herself with which she would keep a focused mind over all she needed to keep and in doing so steady herself to this. A whispering smile to her lips with a steady phase of looking into things. There were six of them and then Jojo would point upwards into the trees, and nudged Natio to look up as well. There were two more of these individuals out there up in those trees and with a smile to her lips she would steady herself and with a single look she already analyzed them, her focal spot in eye contact watched and understood what this place was like. Her eyes looking around and with that and then steadying a smile to her lips, “What’s your best technique, and how many do you think you can take out, cause dead bodies are easier to identify in any regard?” Granted her whispers were near inaudible yet with how close she was, she could feel the heat from his back while she spoke to him.

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He appreciated the fellow Kaguya for pointing out the extra shinobi, however distracted as he was by her proximity and warmth. He wouldn't feel the same appreciation if it came from another clan. He considered her question about taking them out and what his skills are. "The most powerful clan technique I have is the Dance of the Camellia which would work with a charge, the Teshi Sendan could kill the tree-nin." Naito looked at the congregated shinobi to consider how best to terminate them. In his mind he could use the Henge technique to pose as one of the tree people and dispatch at least two of the group with a sneak attack, then throw an explosive kunai at the tree taken another out which would bring the foes down to five. However a more gruesome tactic came to mind after the thought. "I could take out the tree folk, with the Teshi Sendan then Henge in as one of them and use an exsplove tag to surprise them." While the plan could work in taking out a chunk of them it was a product of training from the central island and would leave him without a decent fight. "Though I'd prefer to go in with Dance of the Willow, it'd be more interesting that way. To answer your question, three to five if they are weak." He had to resist the urge to move towards and against her warmth as it was the only allied source nearby on this fridged coast. This hesitancy wasn't for Banner social norms, it was to prevent further distraction on his part. "If we were to work together the look out could be removed then we pretend to be them and slaughter the rest... we could both have fun then." The young clanman normally worked with family, though the clan was like family so he'd at least give her the option.

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Jojo was fine with bloodshed; after all it was daily however she was also compassionate in ending one’s life as fast as humanly possible. So when this boy gave cue for fun in killing she would ultimately sigh. She was known as the Hidden Guardian, a title granted to her by knowing herself as  being unstoppable on the battlefield when she hits a certain point while prior to it, she would only show that side in times of utter crisis, it was her true form some say. Jojo would ultimately look at the boy, and smiled with another whisper, “Well you are blood thirsty, too cliché for our clan at times in my opinion. I will perhaps show why I am a defender in all things one day. However for now I suggest we do not do anything undermining, rather let us go all out frontal attack. I would even propose a strike to their core and possible even then let us take those top shinobi first with Tenshi Sendan, and then we can go all out on the ground forces. Granted if they are at least alerted of our presence it will give us a challenge, no?” Jojo did love a good challenge after all, even though she was not full-blooded Kaguya, she did show that much at least.

However, Jojo’s idea of fun would be the ultimate use of her energy release, she after all wished to perform and utilize her release and in doing so she would only smile and say, “How about this, I’ll take out those few up in the trees, while you charge right in and enjoy yourself. I’ll provide assistance from the back, and if you need me at all I’ll be there in no time at all.” She would say this with a smile and so after the final says were finished she would move her hand up and with a flick of her wrist and with a swipe of her second arm she sent two volleys of five bone bullets each directly into the trees. The bones drilling into the bodies and completely carving the look outs alive, drilling through their bone and muscle and organs all at once. She would only smile as she would already move on to perform multiple hand seals before her arms would fall limply at her side. It would be at this point she would smile and see the orbs of purple light form all around herself and then shoot out to protect Naito as well, giving him a defensive support all the while she would only smile and move her bodily frame with her arms waving in the wind at her sides.

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Bloodthirsty? It was something he hadn't considered about himself, he enjoyed fights, but... "I like your idea, though there is something you need to know about me," he said as he was preparing a jutsu, "I enjoy fights, I'm just indifferent about killing." The young ninja gave Jojo a nod as she flung piercing bone into the hidden shinobi killing them in an instant causing them to slip from the tree. He was focusing his chakra, feeling it course through his bones. The chakra settling he spent more making a small series of hand seals as he burst into a charge. A second him appeared slightly ahead on the coast of the white snow bursting through the frosted tree line.

The clone of course didn't disturb the trees, but Naito did the frost glistening in the air around him with a self-confident smile on his face.  The two aerial watchmen hit the ground with a snowy crunch as the distance closed alerting the six to his presence. The opposing ninja drew weapons some various swords and others kunai. The more aerodynamic of the various armaments came flying at his clone to tear through its existence then be redirected with the slight glint of wire in the light to Naito himself. However he had a 'guardian angle' as purple streaks sliced through the dense air deflecting and severing the thin guides of the airborne blades. Moving swiftly through the opening, edges moving past his head, he closed the distance with the group.

He engaged the first shinobi flanked by his compatriots. The single handed blade swung down at Naito, but the boy pushed the blade away to the side with his off hand as he unsheathed the Terumi hilt into his gut interrupting his blow and then brought the blade down into the leg of the ninja to the right causing her double handed swing to only cleave the iced ground. The wielder of the giant two handed blade to the left swung down as the male Kaguya spun into a rightward crouch, the giant blade managing to cleave the ice, disrupting the realitivly flat landscape. Seamlessly continuing from his dodging crouch he sprung forward moving the blade across the, now closest, female ninja's arm and chest then continued to the now reeling ninja's collar bone. Closing the distance with the wielder of the large blade blade he struck for her arm. The Terumi blade, however, sparked as the skilled swordswoman quickly moved her blade to cover. Naito rigidly moved with forced style from side to side as the immense blade was lifted and swung over and over in an attempt to hit him. He felt himself holding back as he normally did at the beginning of fights relying on insisted style, form and not the unique personal flow of a Kaguya; that which disturbed most people not of the clan.

Back and forth the movements were as the Genin tried to earn a hit with the physically powerful fighter. After several swings he allowed himself to get nicked, allowed blood to fly from his arm as he moved downward then up in a slice cutting the warrior's thigh,side and arm, disabling her from combat. The three remaining moved behind the Genin forcing him to quickly turn on the cleaved ground. Two engaged before retreating, one coming in with a close gripped swing of a large hand in a half blade that disarmed the young boy. Naito's wielded blade flew from his grasp as the ground shifted from his control. The second ninja made a shallow strike across his left leg that would of been deeper if not for the churned earth. The third bundled shinobi stood back allowing its allies to complete the fade part of their attack and launched its own. Natio, taking a moment to steady himself and bare the pain saw a piece of red paper on the ground in front of him attached to a string. He was starting to feel excited as it was clear that the foes wouldn't go down so easily, but, the boy couldn't get anymore from his expectations or eyes as all it saw was white, red and heat from an engulfing detonation...

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The events worked quite well in Jojo’s favor. Her bodily damage to the concept of the human’s skeletal structure allowed her to utilize her forms of attack all the more effectively and attack there in more provocatively than a normal individual. The two men she killed had their bodies torn apart by the drills, each drilling bone having punctured through the bone and muscle and organs of each of these two and as it continued on, Jojo would only smile. Indeed she knew that the Kaguya were bloodthirsty individuals, however with the term indifferent, Jojo knew that it was just another cover word for the same meaning. After all, bloodthirsty only deals with taking joy out of fighting; being indifferent to it was no different to her. Granted she would not take part too much with such heaviness as her body would disappear with speed, having her frame go directly to the two she killed she would smile. Prior to a release of her shields she would utilize all those around Naito, and the others she had to shield him from the blast, it was after that when she would release her hold on the eight barriers she made and so she would begin to take pride in some discrepant behavior. Her hands moving swiftly as she would go through a number of hand signs to take off the face of one of her kills, and with it also perform the transformation jutsu, in which she would appear like him in full disguise while her face would be much the same as the face she had removed from the dead individual.

Jojo smiled, her face was a bit stiff but at least with the transformation jutsu she appeared the same height as the last while she would lift the sword from that body, her own being set to the side out of site, as she would finally jump up and over the tree to appear as if she had jumped down. Her body behind one of the three individuals who started to surround Naito. Jojo would smile, playing on the sickly woman attitude, utilizing a drunken form as seen when she was out drinking only adding a bit of playfulness, as she would wrap her arms around one of the three, and out of pure luck is was a husband of the same individual. She would suck on his neck with a kiss, “Chizuru, are you drunk at a time like this?” Jojo would just keep at it, a giggle to her lips before utilizing the larch dance as the bones erupted out of her chest, and strait into the back and then the organs of the man she was kissing the neck of just moments ago.

Her eyes would only lift up with a smiling state as she would look at Naito, and from there she would look at the other two that had started their own surrounding of this boy, granted Jojo had them stop dead in their tracks, the blood of their comrade spilling out in a ten foot spray forwards had shocked them. Jojo would still have her larch dance active, allowing all her spiked rib bones showing and moving as the impaled body of the man in front of her was torn apart and sent in two directions by mere tearing force. She would look at the two of them and tear off the face of their comrade that she had worn. The face moving like a sprinkling ash through the wind as her transformation jutsu ended, her green hair blowing in the wind. “Who’s next?” She would ask as she looked at the two of them, curiously her eyes watching a smile, licking the blood off her finger in a cute schoolgirl fashion.

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"he, Hehe, haha!" The cackling arose from the dispursing smoke form the explosive tag showing the unscatehed, thanks to Jojo, Kaguya Naito. He saw that one of the shinobi, probably was a male, devisated with chunks missing and Jojo licking her fingers clean of blood. The sight was strange and brought up mix emotions from the boy. Howver he just eyed the two remaining shinobi. They were visibly shocked by the actions from the female Kaguya along with fear from the clear survival of Naito.

"We need to take these two out, now!' The one with the bastard length blade yelled outot his compatriot. The other witht he single blade was still looking at the Kaguya school girl, "You psycho!" the man swiftly drops his blade and puts his hands together in various signs before locking in the final sign, stareing at Jojo.

The armed ninja looks annoyed at the haphazard compatriot. "Fine I'll take out the little one then." His long bladed weapon raised towards Naito. The boy still laughed eyeing the blade and charged foward ready to move out the way for the obvious swing. However as the boy charged the warrior the 'swing' came early radiating out an energy wave of pure chakra. Realizing he couldn't dodge what ever this technique was he swiftly shifted his bones out, layer by layer several a second until the Yangi no Mai sprouted out a blade from each palm using one to intercept the energy. The energy cresent crashed against the blade dispursing it, howver Naito felt a jolt of pain through shock as his right reinforced bone sword cracked under the power.

With his teeth gritted he pressed on crossing the iced ground stabbing the kenjutsu artist with his crippled bone blade. As he retracted the blade from the ninja the crack spread breaking off mid pull. It seemed that the sword wielder was down for the count. " Mehe, nice trick." Hopefully Jojo would have no problem with the other shinobi.

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Jojo’s new opponent was a genjutsu master it seemed, using a genjutsu upon her, as she would find her arms and body being wrapped up in a detrimental amount of roots and branches of a tree. Her face was not worried though as she felt her arms spread wide, legs locked in place as she would only smile and view her eyes with a steady look as she would then say with a nonchalant grin, “Oh, and are you going to fondle me, make me a puppet, or is bending trees all you got?” She would ask, as she would be looking up to her right, her eyes on the shinobi whom held a blade aiming it directly to stab into her head. She would watch his eyes, the eyes of a cowardice man whom had all lost before him as she saw him witness the subdued heavy hitter whom attacked Naito. Jojo would only smile, her body in retrospect was highly coerced in the manner that she would grin steadily with the desire to rip this toying genjutsu shinobi apart. Her nature as a defender was being dissolved by the individual whom wrought to destroy her yet used such a small trick.

It would be then that she still happened to have the Dance of the Larch active, and with it, she would only smile and utilize the spinal bones to strengthen their defenses. To strengthen themselves to the point of etching and showering, her spine thrusting into the roots backwards as she would only know that her bone capabilities were of no small feat. It was there that she would only smile and with the prowess bestowed her bones would shred the tree apart but ultimately the being who was in the tree as well, skewering him alive as she would watch his pained face grow cold and soon vacant of all life. One her mind was settled she would utilize the Genjutsu Release and relieved herself of the branches the body of the man falling behind her to the ground, blood pouring out of him as she would recover and move the larch dance into nothingness as well. Her top was ruined, and as it were, very cold she would take the top off the dead girl she had killed at first and worn the face of. She would smile and understand in itself that she would pop her neck and move over to the genin.

“All clear then? I do not think we can get information from corpses though, and none of them has identifying marks about them as to where they are from. We can carry the bodies back or just leave them and let nature takes its course, up to you,” granted ultimately she hoped she did not frighten the kid Kaguya too much with her display of fighting. Her body went to all of the individual kills, each of them held no respective tattoos or marks all the while her hands going through and sifting to find something. There were multiple weapons so her eyes would look at their makes next, “Mercenaries perhaps, but no documentation stating that they were granted permission to these shores.” It was about all she could find out and all she could utilize while she would look back at the Kaguya child and wonder what he found, “You find anything on your end?” it was a calm question. One that was notably more acceptable than others, all the while; she would sift through and sort out everything found on these individual bodies, their weaponry sorted out into the blood soaked snow to the side, their visas and such to the other while the bodies were places to another side.

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Now that Naito had felled the Kenjutsu artist he looked over to Jojo and saw the beauty of his fellow Kaguya, both her and her technique. He wanted to say something, but Jojo strode so purposely through the snow as she collected the dead shinobi's warm clothing. He nodded as he checked the shinobi that he killed, "Your dance was nice." he said feeling a bit awkward. It was like he was talking to a sempai. "We should meet up again soon. I wouldn't mind to learn from you."

Going through the clothing of his opponents at first he didn't find anything, the woman just had weapons and provisions. The shinobi with the energy bade on the other hand had a scroll. "The guy with the energy slash has a scroll." the boy informed her as he opened it and read its contents to himself. 'Scout coast defenses for weaknesses of Banner defenses and potential outpost sites. In preparation for operation C. Advance 3,000 ryo completion 5,000 Ryo. -Terumi U~' The young kaguya gritted his teeth, "Terumi!" He looks at his fellow Kaguya, "We need to go to the source." He was letting his emotions get the better of him. If he was paying attention the signature was strange and the take he proposed suicidal.

[OOC: About Ready to end?]

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Jojo would sigh lightly at the name Terumī, a gentle and momentary sense to her eyes as she would blink at the name. The Terumī were blood users, not just any kind of blood users but rather a style of user to which Jojo herself would be surprised to see the name. She knew that Naito seemed to have a personal interest, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder as she looked over the note, her eyes looking at all the mercenaries and then back at the note. “Calm yourself. You are no good going in and attacking without any kind of exact knowledge or proof. These men could have killed the one who originally carried that note. After all, the Terumī is a part of the Hozuki Banner, a banner to which we Kaguya also serve. It will do no good to attack now without any idea of what we are attacking. Think and plan before acting, because by the looks of the note if you were to charge in…” She would pause lightly, leaning in close, utilizing her deadliest of voices, a voice that struck fear into most sane men and women with a slip of her tongue almost suicidal to the voice.

“If were you to charge in you would surely die and then cause not only yourself but that little sister of yours much trouble.” Granted, Jojo knew little about the boy but if there was a sibling that was younger, a sister no less, there would be much ado about this fact and the momentum beyond that only allowed on to continue their beliefs. Jojo granted her momentary satisfaction while looking at the boy, “I can tell you this much through, if you go in now without training, you will surely die. Give me one month and I can swear to you, you will be more powerful than the head of the Terumī family.” She was taking a lot of risk saying that, but she herself knew how to defeat an individual without wasting or even showing your full potential. Jojo would only state the obvious though as she would smile and watch with a satisfaction in hope that the boy would come to his senses before he walked a path on his own. She wondered as to what guided the boy, what tempted his spirit to become a shinobi and what his motivation was for such a thing.

(End it with your post if you so wish, we can continue on either another mission or something else.)

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He stood on the cold coast with blood clotting on his arm wanting to just go out and find the blood users. The boy nearly did until the impromptu companion, Jojo, placed a hand on his shoulder its warmth against his chilled skin having an even stronger stilling effect. Naito wasn't entirely convinced that the alliance of clans would be enough to prevent an action like this. He was aware that civil strife wasn't foreign to the Mizu no Kuni, however the indirect mention of Yui, his sister, made him loose the will to leave at least enough to think. Jojo was right, getting himself killed would be painful for his twin and the remainder of his family for that matter. He sighed a frosted breath and was about o speak when the femlae Kaguya spoke again talking of his guaranteed death and implied training. Natio agreed to himself that he would probably die, but not before causing a large bit of damage. A small part of him thought he could in fact do it due to his Kaguya instincts as it was a belief of his that the clan's instincts allowed reactions and prowess surpassed what normal people and shinobi were capable of. "I don't know about dieing... but... I'd eventually go down. Heh, who am I kidding your right that my chances would be too low." he paused for a moment letting tension further leave his muscles, "Making me stronger than the Terumi family is a large boast, though I do think your strong enough to make me more than I am. You've shown your skill here enough to prove that." He rolled up the scroll and placed it into one of his pouches near his aid-kit, "If it is fine with you I would like to train with you, but I have a mission to report."

The young clansman was looking forward to meeting the other Kaguya again, but wanted to leave away from the supposed Terumi. He waited for a response or reaction of some kind before reporting back leaving with a parting appreciation. "Thanks for joining me."

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