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After delivering the injured family to the makeshift medical tent, Touwa took a moment to survey the chaos. The relentless cries for help, the persistent smell of smoke, and the endless piles of rubble were beginning to wear even on his steely nerves. Kuro, ever the reliable companion, nudged him gently as if sensing his need for a brief respite.
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"Alright, Kuro, let’s take a breather," Touwa said, settling down on a relatively clear patch of ground. He leaned back against a half-destroyed wall, crossing his arms behind his head.
"Not like these people are going anywhere," he muttered with a hint of sarcasm. Kuro curled up next to him, purring softly.
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Touwa's mind wandered back to Hasegawa’s instructions, which he had dismissed as unnecessary. He knew his capabilities well enough. In fact, he found the whole situation almost amusing.
"Here I am, the village’s savior, rescuing the helpless masses," he thought with a smirk. His confidence bordered on arrogance, a trait that often rubbed others the wrong way but served him well in situations like this.
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After a few moments of rest, Touwa's sharp senses detected a familiar voice nearby. Satoru was working diligently, tending to the injured family Touwa had brought in. He could hear the quiet exchange between Satoru and the mother, the sound of stitches being pulled tight, and the occasional soft whimper from the children.
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Touwa sighed, pushing himself to his feet.
"No rest for the wicked, right, Kuro?" he said, scratching the cat behind the ears. Kuro stretched and yawned, ready to continue their mission. As they moved back into the rubble, Touwa’s expression hardened, and his determination rekindled.
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"Alright, time to find some more stragglers," he said, his voice tinged with mock excitement.
"After all, who else will save these poor souls?" Kuro trotted ahead, his ears twitching as he detected faint sounds of distress as they approached a heavily smoke-filled area. The air was dense with smoke, making it difficult to see and breathe. Touwa noticed a group of villagers struggling to find their way through the dense haze, coughing and stumbling.
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"Looks like they could use a little help," Touwa muttered, his usual sarcasm giving way to a hint of genuine concern. He reached into his bag and pulled out his chakra-conductive flute.
"Time for a little musical interlude," he said with a smirk, raising the flute to his lips.
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As he began to play, a soft, soothing melody filled the air. The tune was almost hypnotic, the gentle notes carrying with them a sense of calm and clarity. Touwa channeled his chakra through the flute, the sound waves merging with the wind to create a series of directed gusts.
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Fukinarasu Onpa Jutsu was ideal for this situation. Nonetheless, Touwa had to be careful not to rekindle any extinguished fires. The gentle gusts generated by the flute's melody began to disperse the smoke, clearing a path through the haze. The villagers looked around in surprise as the air cleared, their faces changing from panic to relief.
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Touwa continued to play, his focus unwavering as he directed the sound waves to push the smoke further away. The path widened, revealing more survivors who had been hidden by the thick smog.
"Keep moving, follow the sound," Touwa called out between notes, his voice carrying an unusual note of urgency.
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Kuro guided the newly revealed survivors toward the makeshift medical tent. Touwa played on, ensuring that the area was completely clear of smoke. The melody seemed to weave through the air, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere and bringing a breath of fresh air to the beleaguered villagers.
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Once he was satisfied that the smoke had been sufficiently dispersed, Touwa lowered the flute and took a deep breath. The air was much clearer now, and the villagers were able to move freely towards safety.
"Not bad for a little tune, huh?" he remarked, a faint smile playing on his lips.
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斬術 | Zanjutsu [lit. Cutting Technique]
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The Araikettei clan's hijutsu allows the user to obtain and wield the Life Blade - Ruiteki. The blade has its own consciousness and is capable of acting on its own. Regardless, Touwa and his Life Blade are inextricably linked to life and death. When one dies, the other dies, and thus anyone who is not Touwa is unable to wield the weapon.
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毒耐性 | Doku Taisei [lit. Poison Tolerance]
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Touwa has a higher tolerance to biological toxins and poisons because he is a member of the Tokonatsu clan. Because of his resistance, Touwa can heal from wounds caused by biological poisons or toxins more quickly. Biological poisons or toxins require a dosage increase of one to become effective.
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竑 | Kou [lit. Endless]
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Touwa possesses significantly larger and more formidable chakra reserves compared to his peers. This advantage enables him to execute various jutsu without rapidly depleting his chakra, granting him a distinct advantage in combat situations and the capacity to maintain prolonged, intensive chakra utilization. Consequently, he can employ advanced techniques for extended durations surpassing the capabilities of most individuals within his rank.