[Kaguya Minako]

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The Gure would seem to enjoy this far beyond what was expected and normal. Had he already surrendered to the mayhem that would be the aftermath of this? The woman herself would be bearing the pain, her adrenaline masking it as the spores ate away at her skin, leaving behind morbid displays of bone and bleeding skin patches. She would be going in to whisper a few words when the man took it in an entirely different direction. [break][break]
A Kiss. [break][break]
Her first fight with Arizo had sparked much the same, but this time? This time she was not enjoying the punishment she was taking to fuel her own plans. Instead… She was infuriated. Her body acting as it had in the past when such hideous advances had been made. It was largely the reason she had not nurtured any relationship with anyone until Arizo. And that? It was barely a relationship in the conventional sense. [break][break]
Just as he parted her body would shoot out dozens of spikes as the offensive-defensive measure reached out to pierce and skewer the Jounin. Hopefully impaling the man. [break][break]
Only when she found herself restrained by roots did she turn her attention to the new arrival. The other Konohagakure from the viewing room. [break][break]
So this was it? This was their grand plan? Distract and bind the ruler of Mizu no kuni? And what? Kill her? Brainwash her?
Flashes of the nightmares, of all the sessions she had spent in Fuyumi’s laboratory. Visions of Nami and Wentai’s mangled bodies. Rage filled her to the brim. Coupled with the pain it led to no good. It grew to be a shadow of the image she had been when her brother had died in her arms. Though such a rage-filled rampage had not yet been seen ever since. A faint echo of Yua’s cries was what the woman would hold on to as raiton crackled at her hands, her chakra and the technique she had spent years using was barely contained. Blue eyes held a dark, cold rage as they fixed on the two Shinobi of Konohagakure. [break][break]
"So this is it.” [break][break]
Whatever saviour the stoic shinobi thought himself, this was not something either would get out of. No. She would not let them.
And with that, her chakra would flare and thousands of piercing bones would shoot out and be drawn back in , in quick succession to break the hold of the roots just enough for the Kaguya to flicker out of sight and appear by the dome of bone. Her body was still functioning without major drawback, but… It would not last long. She retrieved the wailing child from the dome and shushed it, pressed her bloodied lips to its forehead as her eyes pressed shut, the tear which escaped down her cheek painfully clear as it drew a path of dirt and blood, to chase the images from her mind, the sense of hopelessness not fully retreating.[break][break]
But her anger had always flowed swifter and drowned such things easily if she let herself be swept with it. [break][break]
The woman turned to the two shinobi. Her face was a picture of pain and stone-cold resolve, and if they stared long enough, they’d glimpse the hatred which lay below. One which had only been strengthened by this encounter. [break][break]
"You have a choice to make. Your colleague here attacked my child, the only heir to the entirety of Mizu no kuni. Hand him over or I will personally ensure war is on your doorstep within the coming of the new year and all shall know how it came to be.”[break][break]

She took another few steps towards them, a two-meter long spike forming from the palm of her free hand. This was likely her last blade. The repeated use of the dance of the Larch had not been kind to her. It was by pure will alone she did not show more signs of exhaustion. The blade would come to point at the less exhausted individual.[break][break]
"So if you want a battle…” Her gaze shifted to Yuuta "I will give you a war.”
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[Gure Yuuta]

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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me; Shall be my brother.

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Yuuta had accepted his fate and had readied himself for Minako's fatal blow; the kiss… well it was disrespectful to her as a Kunoichi. If anyone were watching it'd seem as if the Gure had gone off the deep end. Of course, Yuuta had given into his wildest urges… however the Jounin had not lost his mind. His actions were impulsive and probably idiotic yet the man had no regrets. He'd rather make a fool of himself then to sit idly by and allow the Mizukage to spin her own tale. In the Gure's eyes, the women didn't have to lure him into some scheme, he has joined her willingly. At least then he'd have some control over his own survival.

Search for power, the urge for violence, and the need to take part in warlike actions occurred throughout shinobi history, although there are always thoughts who dreamed of world peace; Yuuta was not one of them. The difference between them and the Gure was that Yuuta knew all too well the reasons to avoid war and battle. Joining him within the field of trees alone with her young, had caused Yuuta to question the disposition of the women whose country had made themselves Konoha's enemy. The longer they spoke, the more Yuuta realized she left him no choice. Having studied past conflicts, from the most recent to those waged before he had even been born; Yuuta genuinely felt that avoiding a bout with the woman might create conditions that are far worse than battling her, itself. Then… suddenly his body would be snatched away from the women's. Instinctively, the Gure eyes popped open, his hands moving almost subconsciously to activate the Gure clan's migration jutsu.

Sharpened bone spikes nearly impaled him as tree branches moved to pin both combatants from continuing the fight. Before the Mokuton jutsu could complete its action the Gure shinobi had activated his jutsu; having strung the seal the moment his body was pulled from the Mizukage's. Melding within the ground, he'd reappear several meters away from both shinobi. He'd see Kazuto making his way to him and the Mizukage, the resounding anger in his voice cut through the silenced battle. "Ah, Kazuto! I seem to have found myself on the horns of a dilemma" Yuuta said simply, his tone nonchalant and welcoming as if he hadn't just been in a battle with the Daimyo of Mizu no kuni. Before Yuuta could continue and explain the situation to Kazuto who had threatened to take Yuuta's life; a statement the Gure didn't take lightly but cared little for nonetheless. If Kazuto tried to end him for deciding between two undesirable options then Yuuta would cast off his loyalties to Konohagakure and base his next actions solely on his own survival.

Just as he thought, the Mizukage accused Yuuta of attacking her and her child; seemingly unprovoked. Yuuta would chime in and confess to his own actions and let the reasons behind them be known. "It is true that I engaged the Mizukage, however, had I not done anything the Mizukage could have simply said I did so regardless. You see Kazuto, no matter what I did, it would be wrong regardless. Sometimes, the dispositions of those who choose to make themselves our enemies leaves us no choice". With the pain from his wounds starting to break through the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

The Mizukage moved into action yet again or at least Yuuta thought she would. Instead of taking this moment to slay Yuuta where he stood she'd free herself from the wooden blinds and retreat to her young one. The Gure clan member readied himself for everything; he was already formulating strategies in case Kazuto decided to take matters into his own hand despite him being a fellow hidden leaf Jounin or Minako decided to slay the both of them. When she pointed the bone blade towards Kazuto and declared she'd continue to battle; Yuuta would interrupt, he doubt she'd be able to contend with Kazuto at after his own fight with her. "It is the melancholy law of shinobi societies to be compelled sometimes to choose a great evil in order to ward off a greater evil. If lady Mizukage wish me to be taken prisoner… than so be it" Of course Yuuta had gained some insight into the woman's motives and though he wasn't exactly sure what it was… he was positive that he'd find out if he were to go with her. The thoughts of everyone he'd leave behind crossed his mind; Rokurou would probably be pissed but hopefully he'd understand the situation. Afterall...he was well on his way to becoming a chunin.

There was something the women wanted, something that Yuuta had. He made peace with the fact that the thing the Mizukage wanted it could very well be something as simple as Intel on Konoha before his inevitable death at Kirigakure's hands; however the Jounin couldn't help but to feel as if there was much more the women had in store… much more for Yuuta to learn. Come what may, the Gure would prep the migration jutsu while he still could… if left without medical treatment for much longer he'd surely be in dire straits.

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[Senju Kazuto]

"Quiet!" The Senju shouted, his voice sounding like the crackle of thunderbolt in the storm. With a snap of his gingers, the roots and branches below would rip through the ground and forcefully hold Yuuta aloft, a branch circling about his mouth to keep him silent and two other separating his hands to force him to stay put as he dealt with the situation. A part of him felt that every time that the Gure spoke he might as well as be pouring oil into the flames and he didnt need neither his excuses nor his pour attempts at poetic observation to diffuse a situation as tense as this one. Certain that he could hold Yuuta in place he would release a short exasperated breath and then look towards the Mizukage holding her child with one arm and a spear one with the other almost as if she were a mythical goddess of destruction and rebirth. He remained silent for a few seconds, thinking on the words she had professed, thinking on the ramifications of his actions and all that he could gather as evidence of what he had seen and what ha hadn't. As anger subsided and gave pace to fold analytics and reason he began to wonder what was she doing out here with no escort to speak off and with her seemingly only child and heir by her lonesome. The Senju looked at her, standing but only by the measure of her will power and pride and the protection of a mother to her child to keep her from collapsing of exhaustion. In this state, she looked more like a wounded animal backed into a corner, dangerous indeed, but someone that would not last a protracted battle. How easy would it be to give in to her threats and fight, but best judgment decided that Yuuta had done enough. "No." He finally said, breaking in the silence that had grown between the two of them. Standing his ground and extending his arms to show her that he didn't have anything in mind but to parley. "If allow me to make a few observations, I will give you my counter offer." He said, keeping his posture for her and at the same time keeping his hold on Yuuta. "You come the outskirts of the truce area alone, without a guard to speak off, nor a guide. Furthermore you bring your heir and put her in harms way rather than keep her safe an under guard." He said, deciding to continue pressing the issue, despite the fact that he knew that the position of Mizukage wasn't hereditary so unless the child developed into a shinobi capable to surpass her mother and being selected as succeed her. "For what I've seen, you placed your child in a cocoon, while you and Yuuta fought... Either that tells me that you're fast enough to fight him and put her in the cold ground and then raise a barrier or that he allowed you to do so... And this all charade was consensual." He said, his voice carrying over the wind, giving a pause for her to think about his words. "Now, going back to your child. If you brought her here, willingly and without a guard to protect yourself and your progeny then that tells me that you either don't care about her to submit her to such inclement weather and as you explained by caught in the midst of an ambush or you're callous enough to use her as a convenient sacrificial lamb to push your own agenda." He said before pointing at Yuuta, not forgetting that he was here and that punishment would come to him weather it would be by Konoha's hand or submitted by the Mizukage. "Now, if that's the case, you had the chance to turn away and leave, prioritize protecting the child before fighting but you did not, you must've had every opportunity to turn away. Now... as you say, I have every chance to kill you, but not only did I not take that chance, but separated you. So, here's my counter offer." The Senju would say, as from the blizzard that had mounted pale ember eyes would shine and the outline of a pack of wolves would stand behind him. "I have no intention to turn Yuuta to you, you may attack me of course, and I don't plan to attack back, but I will defend myself. Can you afford such fight? How many of those spears can you make in your current state? Is it worthy enough to be run the chance and be left here in the snow to die with your child?" Kazuto added as he slowly lowered his arms, fingers curling and hands becoming into fists as he slowly retrieved a cylindrical tube and showed it to her "So... My proposal, lower your spear, forget this happened and I will burn this flare so someone can come for you." He would then point to Yuuta again. "That idiot will face censure from us for what he did, of this you have my word. The offer expires the moment you have decided to attack me, I have no obligation to save you not your child." The Senju said and then spoke again. "So.... what shall it be?"

-tag- Kaguya Minako Gure Yuuta -words- --- -notes- --- -music- ---

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Jutsu Used:

NAME: Mokuton Hijutsu: Jukai Kōtan [ Wood Release Secret Technique: Nativity of a World of Trees ]
RANK: A
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Mokuton
DESCRIPTION:
A KG technique where the user forces trees to grow on any surface, easily creating a dense forest anywhere they choose. A small plant can grow into a forest in an instant. By generating chakra, the user manoeuvres it as they see fit for attack and defense; and furthermore, this omnipotent technique even allows them to capture the enemy at the same time. With their tremendous life force, the trees can pierce through earthen walls, and extend their branches at their prey in an instant.

SA Used:

The Branching Path

A true-born Senju, Kazuto has mastered Mokuton. Hailed as the one greatest master of the Kekkei Genkai, his abilities with Mokuton are held in high regard, mastering the many techniques for which the clan is renown whilst also bending his ingenuity to create a discipline of his own referred by those within the clan as merely the branching path and by him as Senbonzakura. His techniques can either be great in power and scope or subtle and deceptively simple, creating either durable wooden constructs, imaginative tools for a wide range of occasions or deadly hails storms of cherry blossom petals which Kazuto wields with great mastery.


Might of Heroes


Descendant of a great lineage, the blood of great and legendary heroes of the clan courses through the veins of Kazuto as they do with any other Senju. As such he has been bestowed with robust pools of chakra upon his birth. Through intense training and countless missions these pools of chakra have expanded quite considerably, becoming a Furnace of Might within him, allowing him to fight for longer periods of time and casting powerful techniques without much concern to run out of stamina. Although this chakra makes his control suffer, his impressive reserves make up for this deficit in control.

Fell-Handed

After much study and training, Kazuto achieved the ability to weave hand seals and cast techniques with just One Hand. A rare skill among shinobi and a sign of great prowess, the Senju is able to form hand signs forgoing the need to bring the digits of both his hands together, he is able to string a number of techniques without worrying during a fray to be unable to complete techniques if someone targets his hand, as he is able to defend himself with the off-hand by either the use of a technique or by wielding a weapon.


Atramentar

An adept of shadows, Kazuto has shown himself to be quite proficient in the art of Assassination. He acts as a clinical apparition as he moves towards his enemies, driven by a relentless and ruthless zeal to dispatch his target and those that stand between him and his quarry with a cold and calculated fury that is unleashed in quick bursts as he launches himself against the enemy, striking fear as he leaves an ever present trail of vanquished enemies behind and very few, if any enemies behind at all.

[Kaguya Minako]

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Steel blues would be fixed on the man from Konohagakure as he spoke. Her features would remain motionless as he did. While his speculation. Did he expect her to walk around with a host of people? What was she? A pompous noble who could not tie her own shoes? Perhaps it was what the noble families in Mizu no kuni wanted and she could certainly play the part when needed, but when she had shipped out like this? There was no way she would bring assistance when she could get a few precious moments alone. In a treaty-protected land. [break][break]She remained still.  [break]
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As he droned on, Minako would eventually spin the sword to grip it at another angle, the end of the spear now facing towards the ground. Her answer would come in the same tone as before, however, a weight was added to it. As if she had received disappointing news. [break][break]
"I see... So you have chosen war."[break][break]
With that the woman turned where she stood and started to walk away. She may be weak, but she was far from weak enough to not stand on her own two feet. The idea of finding a medic seemed appealing. Perhaps she should have brought Arizo along and it would have been a real picnic. The poor cherry groove would no longer be so friendly and welcoming. As she left, she caught sight of the basket of cherries Yuuta had collected. How quickly things changed... Slender, bloodied hands pulled her clothes a little tighter around her and looked to Yua, she was staring up at her with those big blue orbs. Strange... Had the Senju made a move to attack little Yua, she would have fought him with all she had to protect the babe. [break]Minako would continue her way, finding her way out the cherry forest soon enough. 

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[Gure Yuuta]

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O.O… lol idk im stoned

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me; Shall be my brother.

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Quickly melding into the ground yet again to avoid the branches that moved to suspend him above the ground; Yuuta would reappear in a random position several meters from either shinobi. The Gure Jounin had the migration technique prepped and ready for the Mizukage to attack Kazuto for threatening her child however it was Kazuto yet again that tried to pin him. Yuuta had studied Kazuto's usual display of force from their training session and just as he planned to take away Yuuta's connection to the earth; the Gure would already be merging with the ground

Usually, Yuuta would have let himself be at the mercy of his friend; the Gure Jounin thought highly of the man… in fact Yuuta couldn't think of anyone else he held as much respect for. However, in this tense situation Yuuta would see a side of Kazuto that was fairly troubling to him, not to mention confusing. It wasn't every day that something confused Yuuta, however today after having gone blow for blow with one of Hi no kuni's oldest enemies, Kazuto… a man that sat well above others in power and loyalty in Yuuta's opinion, would utterly confuse the Gure.

"Is that a good way to treat your ally after having fought nearly to the death with one of our eldest enemies?" The Jounin said after reappearing; readying himself yet again. Yuuta was indeed grateful for Kazuto's timely arrival; however he was not expecting such ignorance to their past and Yuuta's on-going service to Hi no kuni. Surely, the man didn't peg Yuuta to make a move on the Mizukage without having thought such actions through? Whatever the case was or the opinions growing within Kazuto's head; it made the Gure weary of his "thought to be" best friend.

If this wasn't enough to warrant anyone's hesitation then the fact that when Kazuto had arrived he demanded answers however when Yuuta tried to plead his case to his peer and esteemed colleague; the man would abruptly demand him to "shut up". It was a shout that seemed more like a sensei speaking to his pupil. If the Senju had even once taken a chance to really get to know Yuuta he'd know that such vocal displays of authority meant little to him… that and just how much Yuuta actually looked up to him. However, now… in this instance, Yuuta's views of Kazuto were being strained.

Does he honestly think I'm the cause of this situation? Yeah I took advantage of the situation however it wasn't me who threw the first attack… Yuuta thought to himself. Contrary to what would become popular belief, Gure Yuuta was innocent of blatantly attacking the Mizukage and her child. If it were any other shinobi to have stopped the battle between him and the Mizukage; Yuuta would have chalked up Kazuto's actual reaction to his own public reputation. While vaguely competent, Yuuta's reputation among the public is so low that even when he's trying to help, he's automatically seen as if he's causing the problem. Often times, this fact was true, although in this instant it wasn't… Yuuta genuinely felt that he would be "damned if he didn't and damned if he did".

Yuuta knew he couldn't blame everything on hearsay; he's helped incubate the public's view of himself by his own actions. However, someone such as Kazuto… who Yuuta placed on a pedestal of respect and actually claimed as a friend should have been able to see through the Mizukage's lure. The man's anger was warranted however his actions that implied Yuuta's guilt were not. In fact Kazuto's condemnation soaked words pierced far deeper than the Mizukage's steel-like bones.

If yuuta was guilty of anything… it would be of him not controlling his own urges rather than purposely attacking a child no less. "Sorry Kazuto but I'm sure you understand my hesitance in letting your branches touch me. Your tone, actions and words isn't assuring me that I'm still considered your ally…..or friend" the last part of his words were quieter but still loud enough for them to hear. The Mizukage had taken her leave, claiming that Hi no kuni and Mizu no Kuni would be forced into a war for Kazuto not handing over Yuuta. A wise decision on the Senju's part because Yuuta, who is ultimately guided by his dangerous curiosity, already decided to become a political prisoner. As the Mizukage walked away, Yuuta had thought to slay her right then and there to actually give Kiragakure something to War about.

However… Yuuta decided against the idea, after all in his mind he was fated to be a Seraphic Monstrosity; loyal beyond comprehension, yet destructively, unpredictable beyond measure. If his one and only friend couldn't see his innocence then Yuuta would believe he was born to murder and destined to rampage across the land, guided by the invisible hand of fate. Having put his life on the line on multiple occasions, Yuuta truthfully, did not deserve to have Society twist his personage in such a way. Nevertheless, there is truth within every rumor…

He is indeed innocent, yet still a monster…

ulla

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