[Gure Rokurou]

Rokurou patted down his jacket, trouser pockets, triple checked his pouch and the kunai holster strapped to his thigh. Everything was there. It had to be. Deep, doe brown eyes regarded the pile og supplies and tools on his scratched desk. He couldn't possibly fit more into his bags without looking ridiculous... 

The faint sound of the children down in the common rooms and racing about the halls reached his ears and he simply stared the supplies, his mind going blank for a moment to get a moment of peace from the mounting nerves and anxiety towards going on the first solo mission with Yuuta since he had returned to Konoha. 

A loud crash followed by a shout pulled him back into action. He grabbed his mission bag with basic mission gear and then headed down the stairs to meet with Yuuta and grab a few pieces of fruit before stuffing a toasted slice of bread between his teeth and headed out the door to escape the kids wanting to say goodbye. 

"I think I have everything..." 

Barely a mumble as he went over his mental checklist once again. Mission bag, kunai, scrolls, toothbrush, glasses, case for glasses... 
He would look to Yuuta to take the lead on the mission and start them off. 

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[Gure Yuuta]

rock the ground whereon these sleepers be!

To say Rokurou were spoiled by his father would be an understatement. Today they would take on a mission without the other members of Team Yuuta. The mission is just a simple smash and snatch, find the bandits and snatch their criminal asses back to Konoha for trial.

"You seem a bit unsure? Don't worry Roku everything will be ok.

Yuuta tried his best to at least ease the boys concerns he were always the more timid of his adopted children. Yuuta knew that one day, Roku would become an amazing shinobi. While he couldn't see the path laid out for the young man, he would do everything in his power to prepare him or help him down his own road, whatever that may be.

Sensing that Roku waited for him to take the lead, Yuuta walked through the village gate before taking to the trees. The bandits they were too take out had been causing problems at a local "pit" stop between Konoha and one of its neighboring villages.

"Let's hurry, we don't want to let them get to far from the pit stop”

While the bandits weren't shinobi, they had a couple of members in their ranks and used their numbers to overwhelm local businesses at the pit stop. Among other things it's seemed as though they were just an insignificant splinter cell from a much larger group.

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[Gure Rokurou]

Teeth gnawed at the inside of his cheek but he would follow the jounin all the same, just a few steps behind and to the left. He wasn't super fast, but he was fast enough to keep up for the stretch they had to cover. Brown eyes locked on to the jounin's shoulder. 

"The scroll really didn't say anything about where they were from did it? What if they belong to some big shot organization? You could probably take them alone, but... what if they call for back up?" 

He worried... He worried a lot. Often he was proven wrong and he was able to sleep soundly at night due to it. He didn't mind being wrong when it resulted in something as harmless as everyone surviving and thriving. Roku knew a few ways to trap people but in the end he wasn't really gifted with a great offense. He relied on his wits, fuinjutsu and annoying genjutsu to get the job done. 

Needless to say, he was a bit more nervous than he usually was, mostly due to the fact that the last mission involving bandits he had been on had lead to the escorting chuunin executing someone who had already surrendered.That hadn't sat right with the genin, who was more of a pacific than he cared to admit. But would Yuuta be disappointed if he couldn't outright kill someone after they surrenedered? 

His mind raced into all kind of scenarios, putting together possible strategies together, combos the two might be able to pull off. When his brain wasn't doing that Roku was noting the different structures and terrain they passed, noting what could be a good hiding place and where it'd be most optimal to go through if he had to lose someone on his tail. 

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[Gure Yuuta]

rock the ground whereon these sleepers be!

Light heated as he was, today wouldn't be like any other trainings or missions with the full team. The jounin expected Roku to take the assignment seriously and he planned to not cut corners like he’s usually done for the boy

"I could very well take out a gang of them, if they call in backup then my hands would be tied. The area of effect jutsu I use, is indiscriminate in the damage it does. That's why I've brought you along… well that and because I didn't want to be alone"

Yuuta paused and singled for Roku to cross the road to the treetops on the other side. Yuuta followed close behind the genin, thinking of anything that would be helpful to this mission and time ones to come. Catching up with the boy and then matching his speed; the jounin would decide to just simply tell Roku the truth. It was the next advice he could give… continuing from where he left off

"With your sealing jutsu and my barrier jutsu. I was thinking that we could finish this mission off without even getting dirty ya know?”

They would soon come to a cross roads, Yuuta pointed to the left signaling the boy to do in that direction. On the forest floor there was a sign that read; Sagyo. It was once a vibrant and bustling industrial city that brought in a good deal of money, now however it's only been frequented by those stopping by or wanting to make a criminal name for themselves.

" If back up comes we’ll just have to deal with it. I won't let anyone harm you without paying the price however there will come a time where you will need take actions that are against your values to protect those you love

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[Gure Rokurou]

The jounin, of course, knew Roku had the heart of a rabbit and the fact, that his brain malfunctioned whenever he did go into panic-mode. So, of course, the man did his best to guide him the best way possible, saving him from the humiliation of being found lacking in the eyes of another jounin, and by proxy, the village. 

It wasn't even his village... He was from nowhere. Sprouted right out of he ground and picked up by an old lady only to end up in some rundown orphanage, which had been his final place before he met up with Yuuta... 

Roku followed the jounin's directive, not questioning his guiding and judgement as he had far more experience than Roku and knew the forest better than Roku ever would. 

"That would be nice. The last bandit related mission I was on, my stand in sensei seemed like a brute..." 

He mused. His voice never really reaching high levels, but just loud enough to be heard by those in somewhat close proximity to him. It was both an asset and a curse. 

The duo would eventually come upon the left-overs of a great city, time and development had doomed it. He looked at Yuuta, "Okay... So do you think we can catch them before they manage to do more damage?" 

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[Gure Yuuta]

rock the ground whereon these sleepers be!

"Tch… stand in sensei… probably some perv

Yuuta mumbled something envious under his breathe but didn't repeat his words, or well he couldn't they had made it to the village. It seemed cold and of life but Yuuta knew not to judge s book by it's cover. Surprisingly, Roku seemed more focused than moments ago. Even going in to ask a vital question.

"Well… I'm not a sensor type. So we’ll more than likely have to draw them out. I’d rather we bring them to us than them stalking us in that metal dungeon. So, to answer your question…. Yes, we’ll have to engage somewhat"

Yuuta replied to roku’a inquiry, the safest way for them to even enter the city without being ambushed would be to cover their tracks, so Yuuta did a series of handseals and created several spore shadow clones. Without much of a word, the clones smiled at Roku and then took off within the industrialized village.

" Do you have any ideas? I think from here we could smoke or well spore them out. That is if they're even still here. You're familiar with pops spore clones? They'll position throughout the village and release clouds if spores. That'll give us a few moments to come up with a concrete plan, if any of them are locates the enemy they'll release themselves and I'll know the location of enemy. What do you think?

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[Gure Rokurou]

"Hm?" He looked at the jounin, he didn't quite catch whatever he said, but whatever it was, it couldn't ahve been important seeing as Yuuta went on to speak further about his own ability and suggest a plan.

Roku listened intently, playing it out in his head. Being a sensory shinobi would really have helped a ton now, but they had to work with what they had. Sporing them out seemed like the way to go, it was smart and if the enemy were to attempt an escape the clones would catch them or at least point Roku and the Real Yuuta in the right direction. Eyes sought the ground, dancing across his own feet and the pebbles there as he thought about it, hands fidgeting with each other.

"I am aware of what they do. What if... What if the clones make up the perimeter of the city, then do their thing and drive them towards us? That way we can box them in. If you want you can hide and flank me, that way when they realise I am shinobi you can cut them off if they try to turn around and run the other way?"

He wasn't sure if that would even work. It was up to Yuuta, too, if he even wanted to go with something like that.

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Gure Yuuta

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[Gure Yuuta]

Attack of the S Rank ninja, Von Doofensmirth

Yuuta listened to the idea Roku had pitched, it was a great plan however the Jounin didn't want to use his coolest child as bait. While the two shinobi had Intel on the bandits, that Intel might not be foolproof. These pitiful criminals were detailed as being non-shinobi combatants and what this meant was that they weren’t trained in the shinobi arts. Yuuta’s problem with this were that despite them not being professionally trained, their physical prowess such as speed or strength could be inherent.

"That is a pretty good idea Roku. However, the Intel we have on these criminals is pretty basic. I do believe that they aren't shinobi. However, there's nothing touching on their numbers or physical ability. Even untrained enemies can be dangerous”

Even while he said it, the Jounin couldn't help but notice that Roku didn't appear to be a shinobi. It didn't help that the boy was unassuming and had that prepubescent look despite being an adult. A baby face is what he had… hardly any hair in his chin either.

"Are you confident you’ll be ok? I’m not in the business of using my child as bait. Desire If you're confident you could protect yourself. If so I'll….”

Yuuta was cut off by one of his clones dispersing itself. That odd feeling of chakra suddenly returning and immediate information being poured into his mind; he knew all to well. It was too late to come up with a complete plan, they would have to just come up with it as they went. As far as a basic idea, Yuuta decided to go with Roku’s plan with certain modification given the situation.

"shit… one of the clones dispersed itself. We’ll go with your plan; try to lure them into a sealing trap. I'll use migration to be underneath you, I'm faster when merged”

He paused and looked towards the city, yet another clone had dispersed. There were a few bandits throughout the industrial town, which means the larger group of them had split up. Yuuta wondered if Roku was ready for such a task, he just might have to take a life. Growing a ravaging grey mold grenade in his palm he would hand it to Roku.

"Here, take this, only use it as a last resort. If anything goes wrong you know what to do with the spore pod.”

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[Gure Rokurou]

Roku nodded, eyes glancing up at the jounin and back down at his folded hands. He could do this. He reached to his holster, grabbing a kunai. When Yuuta announced the clone had been popped Roku froze briefly, they would have to do their best and try to contain the bandits. Roku hoped he could talk to them, make them come back to Konoha peacefully, that way no one would end up hurt. However, he knew he had to be prepared to use lethal force if they did. 

The grenade was pressed into his hand, his heart picking up in speed, a stiff nod to signal he was ready and then he would be alone. Well... Yuuta would be below, but he would appear to be very much alone. He slipped the grenade into his pouch, he needed his hands free for the sealing jutsu, after all. 

With quiet careful steps he moved ahead, looking several years younger in his posture alone, but after two meters, he  reminded himself he had to stop doubting himself. He  had managed to deliver supplies to a village while following a river, had managed to survive in the harsh Kawa lands, albeit with his teammates and Yuuta. Speaking of him, Roku was still annoyed with the man and his impromptu vacation. He didn't want Yuuta thinking Roku relied solely on him for everything... He couldn't rely on Yuuta for everything. So, with that in mind, he squared his shoulders, held his head high and gripped the kunai hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He just had to focus and not let the stress of the situation and the vulnerable feeling overwhelm him. 

Soon enough someone burst from a building up ahead, clearly moving away from the spores floating thickly around in the air. Another, then one more, a third, and fourth would join as well. Roku came to a halt, his expression falling into more serious folds. 

"Stop! You are under arrest for disturbing the peace, surrender quietly and we will have no trouble!"

He was hopeful, but... He wasn't stupid. It hadn't worked the other time, so he was ready to drop the kunai and weave the seals required for the fuinjutsu if they rushed him. 

They didn't. Instead, another two joined them, now a total of seven, One bandit smiled and cocked his head to the side, narrow eyes studied Roku for a moment before he spread his arms out to the sides and approached Roku, whose brown eyes glanced at the strange spear he had in hand, something was wrapped around the staff just below the spearhead... 

"Well well well, the treehuggers have come to stop us, huh?"

He came closer and closer, Roku would get into a defensive stance, his attention fully on the approaching man. he couldn't just seal one man... It would take away the element of surprise, which was about all he had. He was about to say something more when the bandit interrupted, 

"Should have brought some back up, punk!" 

And then the spear was flung, the click of a mechanism would activate half way and the spear head would be shot out, heading straight for Roku. 
Roku was ready for the spear, he wasn't ready for the spear head to suddenly come at him at a much greater speed... Should he attempt to hit it with the kunai? I looked heavy. Really heavy, so that was out of the question, maybe, maybe.... 

His brain tumbled, instinct told him to block, but his usual block was raising his arms to cover his head. For a long moment he simply stood there, frozen in place trying to work out how he was supposed to move. His heart was beating way too fast. His mouth way too dry. Oh man all this was a mistake, he needed to move. right. NOW! 

It was a weak and fragile attempt, but he brought up the kunai in an attempt to redirect the spearhead, his eyes squeezed shut. 

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Gure Yuuta

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[Gure Yuuta]

Stage Frighten Uchiha, Wounded Gure

Watching the boy take in everything that was about to happen sparked a sense of paternalism within Yuuta. He wasn't sure why but deep down the jounin knew that this would be the last time He could coddle Roku from his trying lifestyle ahead. Speaking again abruptly as he commonly did…

" There is no greater form of love a parent can give their child, than making sure he'd prepared for the shinobi world that lied ahead of them. Roku, while I do love and will give my own life for yours. You must understand that I won't always be here… Its time you take your role as a shinobi of the hidden leaf seriously”

The Jounin gave Roku a forced smile, even though Roku would be able to tell his father were worried. If he only had more confidence he'd excel, the boys intelligence and overall skill and latent b potential was there, Yuuta could see it. Howeve, his mentality was a different story; Roku was his own stagnation. Being his Father, the Gure could tell the genin wasn’t mentally prepared for what was about to come. At this point in his training, his sensei had no other choice but to put him in a situation to where he'd be forced to come to terms with his choice of becoming a shinobi.

"…Roku, believe in yourself. True Strength doesn't come from being unafraid or not failing; strong individuals overcome setbacks with confidence simply because adversities make them better”

With that said, Yuuta nodded to Roku in merged With the ground. Using the underground network of foliage, root systems and dying organic lifeforms as his senses. He stated one step in front of Roku as the they finally entered the town, the hesitant sensation of his footsteps on the ground worried the man even more. Roku would have to face his own doubts in order to come out in top this time. The era of child's play was over; and Roku’s age of shinobi were dawning this very moment

Suddenly, Yuuta felt several foot steps enter the area, then more. They group within the middle of the main road as Roku walked towards them. The group as a whole stopped, then Yuuta felt one of them move away from his ranks. As the unknown vagabond inched closer and closer, Yuuta felt Roku get into back defensive stance.

Meanwhile, one of the clones from earlier perched atop a warehouse overlooking the ensuing struggle when the bandit closer to him released the loaded spear head. The Yuuta underneath Roku knew the difference between a steadily walking pace and one of a combat action due to utilizing Migration for years. However, would be the one to intercept the spearhead, using its body as a shield and subsequent spore screen for Roku; who appeared to be having performance anxiety.

Making it in the Knick of time, the clone took the spear and spared Roku’s life, immediately exploding into a dense cloud of spores, obscuring the boy’s body. The original Yuuta who felt the clones demise emerged from the earth mere moments after, already prepped to engage. Stringing together a set of handseals, Yuuta would activate mushroom skin; just as a throwing axe slice through the airborne spores and embedding into his shoulder.

"Roku, Stay behind me!

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NAME: Kinoko Hada [ Mushroom Skin]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: N/A
HANDSEALS: 3
DESCRIPTION:
A jutsu created by the Gure to effect mushroom spores they have already produced within their surroundings or attached to their target. The jutsu causes said spores to grow into fully matured Fungi, restricting, vision, movement and breathing. This, however, depends on how many spores have attached to the target. If they have only minimal contact with a Gure clan spore techs such as their arm then only "movement” in that arm would be hindered. Additionally, the mushrooms embed themselves within the target's flesh when growing, that said pulling them from the body would result in bleeding wounds.

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[Gure Rokurou]

And the spearhead never hit. No metal against metal, no sharp pain in his arm. He cracked an eye open to see the back of Yuuta instead of the small group of bandits. A cold feelings spread through his stomach and worked its way up into his throat, his heart stuttering for a moment and time seemed to slow. 

The world would only return to regular speed when the clone popped, releasing a cloud of spores, a strained breath was released in a huff and his shoulders fell as brown eyes blinked at where the clone had been. Soon enough the clone was gone and Yuuta popped out of the ground, telling him to stay behind him. 

Shit, I messed it up! 

Roku fumbled, fingers grabbing for the grenade in his pouch as he took a few steps back. His ears seemed to ring, although no ringing sound or anything which could cause it was nearby. He needed to breathe, he couldn't think if he wasn't breathing. Simple stuff. He could do that, he could breathe, even if Yuuta seemed to have to carry him through this. The genin managed a few breaths when he noticed the axe in Yuuta's shoulder. How didn't he hear that?! Was he okay?! 

The sticky hate and bitterness he had felt towards the jounin dissipated, replaced with worry and the fiercely protective streak he had. Rusty brown eyes narrowed and his face did turn a bit harder as focused on his breaths and the movements of the bandits. 

Yuuta would activate the spores and they'd do their thing, their somewhat creepy and painful thing, but it was super useful. 

Eliminate the bandits. 

That was their goal right? He had hoped he could have worked his way around it but... They threw an axe at Yuuta! His little diplomatic stunt costs a clone and a perfectly fine shoulder. Was he trying to get him killed?! The more logical part of Roku's brain kicked in, a combination of the stress, the fact that Yuuta was hurt because of him, and the lack of understanding from the bandits. To cast the sealing jutsu he needed to get close to them, but with Yuuta unable to provide back up, an axe to the shoulder could mean a simple wound or put the arm out of commission. he had to assume the worst. So, with that in mind, it meant he, Gure Rokurou, had to take out the bandits on his own. 

He pocketed the grenade and kunai, reaching for a flash bomb and a smoke bomb instead. He wasn't the only one making moves though, the axe seemed to have been the signal and now the others were advancing, they outnumbered the shinobi, so they had the advantage right? Katanas were drawn, a bow was readied, and Roku was sure he saw the flash of knives spinning through the air. As he threw the two bombs towards the bandits a blade wooshed past his face, slicing at his cheekbone. 

With a wince he grabbed at Yuuta in an attempt to pull him away and into one of the nearby houses for cover so they could at least have some time to look at the shoulder. 

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Gure Yuuta

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[Gure Yuuta]

S-Rank Challenge: The Great Entertainer

Tch… shit… how long has it been since I've felt pain? Seems…like forever, my arms busted

Yuuta thought to himself, standing between Roku and the bandits. Time seemed to slow for the jounin, his arm becoming warm and sticky as the blood oozed from his wound. Everything happened so fast, the Gure Jounin's body had seemingly moved subconsciously in these attempt to save his boy from death. It had worked but in the end, he'd receive a nasty wound. The arm wasn't completely severed and there wasn't much nerve damage; however the bleeding would be troublesome. Thanks to the shock his body wad experiencing Yuuta didn't feel any pain, at least that was until Roku’s set of bombs went off.

"Arrgggh….”

The flash bomb and smoke grenade combo forced Yuuta back to his senses, ears ringing and eyes blurred. Yuuta turned and stumbled a bit down the road before Roku, suddenly jerked him into one of the many houses. There were only two spore clones remaining; both were headed towards Yuuta and Roku’s position having been alerted by the smoke from Roku’s diversion.

Inside one of the many hastily built tin roof houses, Yuuta dropped to the floor and propped himself up along the wall. Cursing underneath his breathe, he quickly ripped his sleeve from his arm to get a view of the damage. The wound didn't favor neither good or bad in terms of lethality and limb removal versus living and limb survival rates. Regardless, the immense pain and rate of bleeding were the immediate problem.

"Roku, listen to my voice and calm down. Remember, we still have a mission to complete and we must do so in a timely fashion. My arm, the odds of it being amputated are 50/50, but… the odds of bleeding out aren’t as promising. I'll need you to stop the bleeding, and suture the wound. I won't be able to use it for a while but if we can manage that much. I'll be able to get us out of here once the sutures settle and I'm not as anemic. You'll have to protect us until then….”

Outside the shanti, Yuuta's clones were battling the bandits closest to their whereabouts. Purposely herding them away from the original’s location. However, there was only so much that the clones could do to hold them at bay. Orginal Yuuta and Roku had until the clones chakra ran out to come to stabilize the Jounin and then come with up with their next move.

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[Gure Rokurou]

They stumbled into the small house, Roku pushing Yuuta further in. Hands were sweaty and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. Yuuta said something, trying to draw his attention to him rather than standing between yuuta and the entrance, making himself as broad as possible despite his entire system working overtime to ready him for the confrontation he expected would come. 

Listen to my voice... 

He didn't, not until he started to explain about sutures and fighting. Roku whirled around once he realized the clones were fighting the bandits. Wide eyes met Yuuta's and lips pressed into a thin line. He was no medic. He had no idea how to treat something this big. Blisters, scrapes and such? Yes, he could fix that in his sleep. He dumped himself down next to Yuuta, moving to get a better look at the shoulder but only managed a small look at putting his hands on the hot, wet skin before he recoiled, nausea seemingly pressing against his brain. That was bone. "That is bone. Bone. I-I can't Dad... Dad No, no, I, what do I do?" 

Large deer eyes looked to him. Even if his hands were shaking and his voice squeaked, he would try to help. Maybe he could run back to the village and get a medic? This was definitely something a medic should look at. Not him. Would he even be able to help? HIs brain didn't plan on shifting back into a rational thought pattern, instead it stuck with the flight and fight.  

With Yuuta's instructions he would try to help stop the bleeding, if the man asked any questions, Roku would counter with silence or a mumbled 'I dont know'. Shoulders were tense and his throat was dry and bile spoiled his tastebuds and he seemed to be drowning in the scent of blood and his own stress. If he had anything in his gear to help he didn't think of it. 

Once it was almost done, Roku had managed to calm down a little, his hands still shaking and clammy, he was still hyperfocused on everything, sounds, scents and tastes. Yuuta words still clear in his head, bleed stopped, next directive was to protect him. To fight the bandits. 

As if summoned, a bandit was thrown through the wall. Roku jumped where he was, hand reaching for a kunai and threw it at the man. Outside it seemed more bandits had been called via a red flare signal if the red star in the sky was anything to go by. Roku scrambled to his feet, another kunai in hand and he put himself between Yuuta and the entrance. The limited clarity did help him to think, soon enough coming to the conclusion that if he were to protect Yuuta until he could get up and move, he would have to provide a distraction and draw them away. He would weave the handseals required and transform his jacket into mimicking the background behind Yuuta, draping it over him. With Yuuta covered up he turned back to the chaos outside. 

"Dad!" He called out to the clone, darting out to join it, armed with a kunai and fueled by adrenadline he tried to get a few jabs in before he made a run for it, hopefully the clone would catch on and follow. 

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Gure Yuuta

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[Gure Yuuta]

A Clone Dad's Vow

Yuuta collapsed midway into the living area of the metal shanti. He tried to calm Roku down so that he could think rationally; neither of them were medic-nin but Yuuta had generations of wartime information stored within his mind. Roku, although younger and having a shorter attention span than his jounin father. He has been imbued with a great mind. While his scores of knowledge and information could still be increased. Yuuta knew for a fact that the genin was capable of handling this dire situation.

"Argggh, Huff huff hu..fff"

Roku wasn’t just Yuuta’s student or adopted son; in Yuuta’s eyes the young man was his flesh and blood. His favorite, even though life says you never supposed to have favorites. It couldn't be helped, from the day Roku set foot into the Orphanage he would be by Yuuta’s side. The past had haunted Roku in his dreams late at night and bullies at the academy tortured him during the day.

Yuuta had gotten suspended from duty for taking ‘care' of the delinquents that dared to lay a finger on Ekibyo's son. Deep down they both knew that they would have each other’s back no matter the path one of them chooses. Now… it was Roku's turn to take care of Yuuta, who were slipping in and out of consciousness from just the pain.

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Meanwhile….

Dad…

The scene was like something out of a mangaku book, Yuuta faced down three bandits. One wielding a morning star, another bare fisted but larger than the other two. The final bandit had two tomahawk like axes, the man that wounded Original Yuuta. Axe man and Morning tar dude would be the first to attack, following up with knuckles who were stronger but slower.

Yuuta had to think and fast he wasn't sure what had happen to Roku and Original Yuuta. Clone the bandits were physically capable but lacked shinobi training; clone evaded several attacks, before nearly being pulverized by knuckles. He knew that his original wouldn't be taken out by bandits but if he had managed to get hurt things would become difficult for Roku.

Breaking up the monotony of the ongoing engagement; Roku's voice resonated through the streets, pushed through clouds of spores, evaded incoming bandits and reverberates in the midst of battle. Hearing Roku use the word dad and not Old Man or Baka-Sensei made Clone Yuuta worried. After all, Roku and Yuuta were so close that they could predict what the other was thinking without so much as a word.

Roku’s voice would awakened Ekibyo, Yuuta's resolve to kill. As they moved into a different formation the clone would meld into the ground before emerging besides Roku who had hid Orginal Yuuta. However, the bandits eventually converged on their location; albeit several buildings down from Original Yuuta.

"When a man learns to love, he must bear the risk of hatred… This young man is my son, who I care for; Do not make the mistake of harming that him, or you'll witness true carnage, like a desolating pestilence, I'll pollute whomever touches him.”



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[Gure Rokurou]

His heart was pounding against his ribcage. Eyes were wide as he evaded an attack, flinging himself forward and rolling across the ground, coming up to his feet he threw the kunai. An outcry and the lack of metal hitting ground made him release a breath with a small chuckle. He actually hit someone. 

The soles of his feet slammed against the ground as he made his escape, He made it a few sad houses down before something popped up by his side, usually he would have flinched, but he knew Yuuta and he knew his standard abilities. So it didn't surprise him all that much. Instead, he glanced at him briefly before picking up the pace as a rock sailed past his head. He made it into the forrest with the bandits in tow but as he turned to sprint down a deer path the world around him sailed and tilted. 

He tripped...

Of all the things her could have done, he tripped. With eyes squeezed shut, the skin of his face scraped and stinging, he wouldn't realize he had not tripped, but rather he had been taken down like a simple game. The bolas had wrapped around his lower legs.

Reinforcements had arrived, adding to their numbers. Maybe... Hopefully it had been enough and bought enough time. Roku opened his eyes, the sounds of fighting close by. briefly, his eyes caught sight of the locket, open, in the gravel. He was about to push himself up when a boot was firmly planted in his back, pushing him back down. His heartbeat and the sound of blood rushing in his ears seemed to drown out the words around him, but when he was pushed over on his back he tried to worm his way out of reach, only to have his leg stepped on. Someone yelled, causing Roku to flinch and look up for once. He was met with the sight of a stranger's face. Almost nose to nose it took him a moment to realize the man was looking between the locket and him, a thoughtful look on his face.

If Roku wasn't worried before, then he sure as hell was when the man smiled and said something about this being his lucky day. When the man moved it prompted Roku to do so as well, but just as he had drawn a kunai and flung it at him something hard and dirty collided with his face, making black spots and stars dance for his vision before he landed on the ground again, his vision going black for a moment, kunai clearly having missed.  

The man would hoist up Roku, has a shoulder prodded at his inner organs Roku groaned and regained some of his motorfunktions, the situation coming back to him, his vision slightly blurred as he looked around for Yuuta's clone. If he didn't see it he would start to squirm and fight the man's iron grip, finding it hard to do so due to, for one, being upside down, and for another, having a shoulder pressed into his solar plexus. All which went through his head was: 


I have to protect Yuuta... 

000 WORDS

Gure Yuuta

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THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY