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Sakamoto

Sakamoto

Genin


'Mount Meru, what kinda place is it?‘

All things considered, the nature of the Mountain itself was hidden to the intrepid characters as they would make their way to the border of Claw Country. The once soft, emerald rolling mountain ranges of fire country would give way to the sheer snow-dusted peaks of the fellowship's destination. Each of the narrow twisted mountains seemed to stand alone but clustered together in such a manner that it would form a kind of pseudo mountain range by proxy. Each peak was like an isolated stalagmite reaching up for the heavens with the intention of penetrating deep into its breast with their united sharpened peaks like a bed of nails hoping to rake the sky... It wasn't s stretch to think why this place was called Claw Country, but it was the devastating cold that would chill each of the members of the group to the bone that would prove to be the largest obstacle before them yet, it was bad, way worse than he would have thought it to be... Sakamoto was used to the cold nights out in the middle of the Desert, many degrees below zero. But here, he found himself breathing through his bandanna, pulled up to his eyes like a bandit in order to preserve his lungs from freezing over entirely.

It was a shame too, the Senju that had followed them until recently, having accompanied them across to the ranges themselves where the group had made camp, only to vanish after sounds had drawn the trio off the beaten path... When Sakamoto watched her leave, he had looked to Xiao, expecting that trouble was afoot in the distance or perhaps even closer, he would think to send for reinforcements while they were camping. It was a slim list, consisting of a couple of people that Sakamoto had met at the exams recently, but, if they were dealing with birds, there was one name that came to mind. Xiao had healed up enough to fly semi long distance with relative ease, making the task menial so long as she wasn't attacked on the way to Konoha. But, whatever phantom war that Makuzai seemed to be waging against the forces of shadow that surrounded them, she seemed to be keeping the party safe from afar... at least that was the vain hope.

Di, however, had stayed, the relations between the birds of Mount Meru as well as the dragons that he seemed to represent had pushed him further than Sakamoto would have thought to expect. He was intrigued by this dinosaur, he seemed to be an interesting personality, not all grounded on this earth, as if he was looking out into the distance, but seeing the world in layers that were invisible to the naked eye. That power alone seemed to be desirable in a group that was hunting down a mystical realm in the mountains that hid a civilization of falcons that had watched the ninja world since chakra had seethed into the cracks of man's skillset. Xiao had reported to be one of them, and in an attempt to get into this mountaintop city, the group had gained possession of the legendary scroll of seals to hopefully attain the key for entry. On the surface, this mission was crazy, but with the help of the others, Sakamoto was beginning to feel like he had at the beginning of his gang days, building up with a group of rag-tag individuals in the hopes of accomplashing a deed that could not possibly be done alone.

'This whole damn thing was crazy.'

"That should do it" Sakamoto would say, looking up to the dragon that had continued to follow them up the mountain some-way. Following a path that seemed to be peppered with mountain shrines paying homage to long lost spirits. All the detail of the shrines long frozen slate and indistinguishable... but the ambiance of the mountainside as well as the cold had prompted Sakamoto to walk closer to the dragon as they would await the cry of the Kestral that had hopefully followed them back with aid.


"So, why did you decide to come on this trip Dragon? You seemed to know the other woman that was with us, but now that she's gone, why didn't you just leave as well?" Sakamoto was confused, but his baritone voice, flat and almost callous seemed to show interest in his answer, but also total ambivalence simultaneously into a bizarre concoction. Though he was genuinely interested in an answer...




Meanwhile back in Konoha, the ninja would be going about his daily business as the Kestral would all but fall out of the sky, without wasting time to introduce themselves, flapping loudly in the air the Kestral would let out a shout. "You, You know Sakamoto right? He may be in trouble and we need your help, come quickly!" And, beginning to draw them away, edging towards the edge of the town the female bird with silver wings would hope to be back on track with her reinforcements in towe. Leading the boy at a sprinting pace towards the mountains that bordered Claw country... Where they would all supposedly find the bridge that would lead them to the heavens...



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Tian-Di

Tian-Di

Chuunin
Di could see shapes of small kami that dwelt in the mountain shrines. Once a long time ago they had distinctive forms but like the tiny monuments erected to them they had worn away with the years. Bereft of faith they had devolved into little more than hitodama unable to change form. A more unscrupulous sort would devour them as easy prey, but as a dragon Di was above such petty acts of malice.

Sakamoto's voice had an unusual note of bass to it. Where one to simply hear it without any context the listener would think they were being addressed by a lion instead of a house cat. Could this be an affectation put on to fool the world or was it purely natural ?

"Well I thought I knew him or I guess her. Though it seems like Mikumi has done a good job of reinventing herself. Shedding one skin and adopting another like I would my seasonal colors or you your winter coat. One of the great traits that are seen in all the detective novels is the ability to see beyond the masks and understand the true core of a person. I don't possess it. I try to read and guess but as often as not my conclusion is flat out wrong.

Reading people is much harder than reading a crime scene. I can pick up the details here and there precision is no obstacle. But to see through the masks that we wear that is a true trick. It can be hard enough to see through ones own facade of self delusion. If you can't break that then what chance of truly knowing another is there?

To answer your question I think it's a mixture of things. First is the responsibility that comes with my birth. Being heir to a dynasty carries with it a weight that goes beyond mere status. Every action I make reflects upon my family and their name. The house of Bailong has a reputation for being both benevolent to those who depend on it and prudent in their actions. If there is a crisis then it is to be solved immediately and without thought for personal cost.

But I like to think that even were I not shackled with such expectations I would still assist those in need. From the sound of things what is happening on mount Meru is a snowball rolling down a hill. At the moment it is still relatively small relating only to the birds that watch over the sacred peak. But should it grow and attract the attention of some of the true evils that dwell across Samsara then it could mean death or enslavement to the humans that dwell within these lands."


How long could the ninja nations survive against a true invasion from Asuragaati or Jigoku? Sure the humans were more formidable now than ever before thanks to their infusion of extraterrestrial power but in the end they were still fragile creatures most barley living more than a mere century. Whats more they were blissfully unaware of how much danger they were in. How would they react to know that their destiny fell in part on the paws of a little black cat who had chosen to spare a wounded bird?

Many would dismiss the possibility out of hand. Such a fanciful notion was the stuff of children's tales.  That was foolish. Such stories held ancestral memories from ages long past. For such a transient species who had only recently come upon the arts of writing knowledge needed to be kept in a repository and what better way than to impart it to the young while their minds were still impressionable and ready to soak up such information.

Time was cyclical. If Momotaro could befriend a talking dog, a monkey and a pheasant then defeat an army of Oni with such companions then a cat a bird and a dragon could move heaven and earth.

Yoshihiro

Yoshihiro

Chuunin
Yojo om nom nom'd at his chicken dumplings, kicking his feet up for once to let the relaxation of the quiet day wash over him. Finally, at long last, after he had fought through thick and thin, the Chunin Exams were over- he could finally sleep easy. Kami save him, he had practically collapsed into bed the night of the grand finals. He was so exhausted emotionally and physically that it had taken him a number of days to recover from it all. He had entered that strange middling place between being a true Chunin and a Genin waiting to be formally promoted.

He had heard of the likes of Ting and Yasubei already leaving Konoha, either to return to their own village in the case of the latter, or to train in solitude in the case of the former. For Yojo, the days were flying by, and now that he'd gotten his name out there somewhat, he was eager to lay low for a good while. Missions would come if he just waited, there was no need to recklessly throw himself back out there. So, for now, he simply relaxed on a lazy sunny day in front of his favorite noodle joint slurping at pan fried gyoza.

The reluctant-Uchiha looked up at the daytime sky. The clouds were gone, the air was bright blue, and there was a silver bird dive bombing right at him... Wait, what? The shinobi squinted, holding his hand up over his eyes as he tried to make out just what was coming at him. Yojo grabbed onto his dumpling, fearing for them more than his own life. He held a pair of plastic chopsticks at the ready, "Hey, get out of here- there's no hand outs here pal" the Genin said, thinking that the creature meant to abscond with his lunch. It was only when the bird spoke, however, that Yojo's eyes went wide. He leaned back in his chair, "Whaaaaat theeee heeeeeeeck" he said to himself, the words being long and drawn out as he suddenly began to question what was going on. Had that old geezer who ran this place decided to spike his food with hallucinagenics? He had to have, why would the bird mention Sakamoto of all people?

"Listen you. Corresponding with talking avians isn't typical protocol for submitting an official request to the hokag- HEY, WAIT UP!" Yojo started, still bewildered by what was going on yet remaining compelled by the bird's sense of urgency to leap from his seat and chase after the creature towards the edge of Konoha and beyond. The teen shoved the rest of his dumplings down his throat and ate them all at once like an absolute madman.

He hadn't seen nor heard of Sakamoto since their match, since he had said what he did whilst Yojo was being treated. The words still stung, and the revelation of his bloodline stung even more. What the hell was he supposed to feel about being an Uchiha? Was he supposed to be relieved? Angry? He didn't know. That was probably the overarching theme in his life right now, truth be told. There was so much change going on, so much he knew being turned on his head, that he felt lost in the tumult of it all. He needed time to think, to ask himself who he was- to ask what might've happened to his parents... and if he could consider the last remnants of the Uchiha as allies or enemies.

Yojo lept from tree to tree, following the silver bird as best he could, trailing it as they moved further and further away form Konohagakure bound for one of the wilder places of the shinobi world... Claw country.

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Sakamoto

Sakamoto

Genin


'Today was going to be a mixed day...‘

As the sun seemed to dim and the colour spread of the universe splayed into brilliant rainbow sheens that would bounce from the glistening snow under-foot. Bathing the mountain tops that bordered Claw country in a dazzling display that could only be deemed as heavenly before it would begin to give way to the twinkling clarity of starlight which would bask the landscape in enough light in order to see the paths ahead. The dragon's answer had given Sakamoto a little bit to think about, the thought of a duty strong enough that it would push him into actions. Such duty was the kind of thing that had pushed Sakamoto to leave his home and take up a life of banditry to begin with. And now here he was, hoping to help that he was able to save a host of birds, seeking out the true meaning of friendship and self-sacrifice... But he couldn't help but feel that this was an exercise in how to commit suicide. If the village of Mount Meru was in so much danger that they needed aid, what was a single cat and a dragon supposed to do to turn the tides? Their heavy hitter seemed to be gone.

As reinforcements seemed to be on the way shadows would soon begin to shift and mold in the darkness of the temporary camp that had been set up at the mountain in the shadow of a long-derelict shrine that was to some now long forgotten spirit or ancestor that had some relevance to this area. Sakamoto would yawn to the skies as the thought of sleep wasn't far away from his mind, and food seemed to be even closer. The amber eyes of the feline would move to the dragon, thinking about what he had said about reading people, although it had been a long silence, his deep voice would erupt from almost nowhere... Sakamoto knew a thing or two about lies and reading people, he'd made an entire lifestyle where the art of reading a person's face was tantamount to life and death. The life of a bandit lord was a harsh one, many decisions needed to be made on a hair-trigger, scared people needed to be identified, were they fighters? or runners? Was someone a friend or a foe? Was a contact a fence or a snitch? It was a rough world out there, and the cat had become learned in the art of navigating it.

"Reading people isn't that hard really..." He would begin, sitting up and looking over his shoulder at Di. "It seems like you may be making the mistake of looking down upon mankind from a pedestal, you see their myriad faces and the cacophony of colours that their lives lead in a unique intermingling rainbow. Every person unique, everyone their own unique puzzle to be deciphered in order to understand them. With infinite possible combinations of nature and nurture, how could you possibly know what a person's thinking? The answer is easy because you're doing it wrong. In my experience, there are only about... twelve to fifteen different kinds of people in the world. You should work on eliminating which ones a person 'isnt' based on what they do on instinct then you have your answer..."

Sakamoto would end his, simply put, an EXTREMELY cynical opinion of people on that note, his tail flicking from side to side as his eye would catch something move in the corner of his eye, raising him to his feet as he would attempt to identify what it was. However, before he was able to get any real idea, it seemed to be gone. Sakamoto's eyes would narrow for a moment as the winds around them would seem to pick up a little. Sakamoto didn't have a sixth sense when it came to incoming danger, but he knew to trust his gut when it knotted up like a pretzel in response to something shifty, it was how he still had as many lives left as it did. As he was standing guard, he would listen to the response of the grand lizard if he would answer his opinion, Sakamoto thought he could enjoy the presence of Di over long periods of time. He wasn't superfluous, what he did seemed to be thought out, and have some semblance of meaning to it.

'he wasn't a fool'

The whistling wind of the area around them would eventualy blow a snow squall their way, a wall of white mist raising up in a blinding field rolling towards them as three distinct whistling sounds would penetrate the air causing Sakamoto's fur to stand up on edge. Letting out an involuntary row, he would begin to leap backwards before a three pointed hooked throwing blade much like that of a throwing glaive would cut past his fur, drawing blood from his shoulder but not so deep that it would constitute an injury. Cursing under his breath there would be a glint of steel in the moonlight and three figures like bullets would flit through the air and with the splaying of bolt metal wings would hope to shower similar throwing blades down on the duo in their positions.

Alarmed, Sakamoto would dart backwards, dipping side to side and running for the shadow of the shrine in order to seek shelter from the veritable rain of blades as it would pour down from the flying assassins. It was only then that the dots seemed to connect to Sakamoto.


"Damnit! They were waiting for us... These are probably the pursuers that wounded Xiao... they couldn't catch her so they've been waiting for her to come back! Plan?"


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Tian-Di

Tian-Di

Chuunin
Did Sakamoto's callous words hold truth? In his readings of philosophy, Di had come across scrolls that detailed the theory that there were only a set number of 'true' Individuals in the world capable of cognitive reasoning and decision making. The rest were simply automatons or as the author had referred to them as philosophical Jiang Shi. These mannequins were set to the simple tasks of living out their lives while maintaining a degree of normalcy from those true sentient beings that interacted with them.

Extreme perhaps but Di suspected that this was the logical conclusion of Sakamoto's argument. Wouldn't that be ironic? Projecting one's own complexity onto others whereas they are but simple creatures driven by basic desires. Several schools of Daoist thought stated that the universe was actually a simple place but it was sentient beings who complicated it by imagining facets of the cosmos that were, in reality, superfluous fancies. Ironic for a school of philosophy to decry their own discipline but from what Di could tell Paradoxes were abound (The Taoists would probably point out that the very idea of paradoxes was consciousness imposing limits and restrictions where there were none but on that path was the route to madness in Di's estimation).

Di was working out how to articulate this rambling stream of consciousness into a manner that was both cogent and coherent when Sakamoto was set upon by owls. The birds were armored in steel with bladed pinion feathers capable of being launched at high velocities. Lashing his tail out Di caught a flurry of the blades and threw them to the side. One of the shafts managed to find a gap in his scales piercing in a most aggravating manner but the rest deflected off harmlessly.

Catching an updraft the dragon launched himself skyward and toward the trio of birds. The guardians of the air had their own hierarchy and though they were ruled over by the Feng Huang there were many sub-factions each with their own commanders and lieutenants. These particular agents seemed to be part of the birds of prey the nocturnal counterpart to osprey, kites, hawks, falcons and eagles b. Two of the birds darted swiftly from Di's path ignored by Di as he singled out a target.

What followed was an aerial dance that swiftly came to a foregone conclusion. The owl was well trained and armored deadly even in its own way. However, even with armor the bird only weighed around six kilograms. Di's, by contrast, weighed somewhere around nine hundred kilograms and was borne aloft by magic. Connecting with a forearm Di punched the bird sending it crashing into the side of mount Meru whereupon it fell stunned to the ground.

As Di was about to turn and make short work of the other pair a shadow fell over him. Whatever cast it had a wingspan that was far greater than that of the smaller owls. Craning his head around to get a better view Di noticed an immense shape a good five meters long with wings easily 13 meters across. Sickly green in hue it was unarmored but from its wings fell small motes of lime colored dust.

Whoever had sent the assassins after them had not underestimated the dragon. This was a zhenniao a magical bird known as an omen of death. This fierce reputation came from the fact that the bird was deadly poisonous and able to excrete toxic powder from it's feathers.  Darting away from the perilous shower Di began to retaliate firing a blast of chakra from his mouth towards the attacker.

The zhenniao shook from the blast and blood could be seen marring it's underside but it was far from down. Taking a more active role in murdering Di the bird began to dive for the dragon it's long beak ready to deliver a heavy dose of venom.

"Sakamoto, I'll deal with their flying cesspool you focus on the Owls."

Di managed to call out before the zhenniao was upon him.



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Yoshihiro

Yoshihiro

Chuunin
"Hey... Can you... Slow down? PleASE?" Yojo asked, exhausted as he clambored up the seemingly endless stone steps of the misty mountain. He had entered Claw Country after what felt like an eternity of running, yet despite running across the literal entirety of Hi no Kuni, this bird was still asking him to keep running with everything still left in the tank. What did this thing expect him to do? Just run a marathon and be in fighting shape to ascend up a mountain? Yojo was huffing and puffing, practically pulling himself upwards step by step. He was a real human, this bird that was judging him wasn't human. He-He had legs to walk with!

Any attempts at trying to call up and ahead seemed null and void though, for the bird acting as his guide always seemed to be just out of earshot- or whatever the hell it was that birds had that let them hear. Yojo was being left to grumble to himself about the foolish decision to abandon his comforting meal inf avor of galavanting with strange avian allies on the fringes of Hi no Kuni. Why did he even say yes to coming along? It wasn't as if he held a great connection to Sakamoto as it was. They barely knew one another, and more than anything else, there was an unspoken suspicion that Yojo felt existed between them both. He still couldn't wrap his head around how the cat had managed to sense his lineage just by fighting him. It knew something, more than it had let on when they fought last.

Yojo refocused his gaze on the bird as it continued to flutter ahead of him, squinting as he tried to gather some kind of second wind. "Okay. Alright. Running. We are running now. We are just gonna keep running and running and running-" the teen said aloud to himself in a tired and weary voice, putting one foot ahead of the other, driving himself forwards along the stone steps of the mountain. He managed to get into a light jog, keeping time with the bird ahead of him.

The sun had gone down by the time that the fledgling Chunin finally began to close the distance to his supposed target. It had to be midnight, or something close to it. Yojo's sweat had turned cold, his legs cramped and numb from running for so long without rest. He felt nauseous from the long-distance triathalon he'd been powering through. All of that came to a head at long last though, as the sounds of fighting from up ahead managed to reanimate the walking corpse to life. Yojo heaved as he stepped up into the stoney clearing around the base of some sort of shrine. The cutting sounds of thin projectiles zipping through the air alerted the human to the fighting he'd walked in on, as well as the hawkish foes circling overhead, preying on Sakamoto and... wait, was that a dragon?

"I'm... I'm HERE!" Yojo gasped, exasperated, hands on his knees. "I'm here to... Oh kami have mercy- I'm gonna do the thing and..." Yojo continued, sitting down on the ground before fully laying onto his back. "Just gimmie a minute... Just gimmie...a while" he noted, inhaling and exhaling as the fight went on ahead of him. He could vaguely make out the sight of birds overhead stalking them all. The male frowned, forming a trio of hand signs as he laid on his back a fair distance form the thick of the fighting. A trio of green streams of  Futon would zip out through the air, aiming to come into contact with the hawks overhead. If the streams managed to hit, Yojo would clench his tired fist, still laying on his back, and ideally causing a crushing force that might ground the creatures in the most lazy way possible.

Yojo didn't care, he wasn't going for style points here.

"Just tell me when... Just tell me if we win or not. Oh damn it, oh sweet baby buddha" he groaned, turning onto his side and throwing up over the side of the mountain to the valley below. Why the hell was he called here again???

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Sakamoto

Sakamoto

Genin


'Sakamoto would pounce! ‘

With what force he was able to manage, as Di made his attack and one of the owls had used the summoning jutsu in order to call in one of the more powerful patrons of the night fliers. the two that remained as well as the one who would be recovering were focused on Sakamoto alone for the moment. No coward, Sakamoto would lurch out from cover, ducking and weaving between throwing blades and chakra enhanced wind as he himself would surround his body with a bladed squall in order to both protect himself and assail his enemies. It was unfortunate however that the creatures before him seemed to have the ability to fly, while he himself was locked onto the ground. With all his speed, however, and with the dark on his side, Sakamoto was a barely visible shadow when he wasn't running across powder snow. the feline was nimble, far too nimbe to be hit with a stray projectile now that he knew of their positioning.

As his barrier surrounding him would protect him from one of the incoming blows, Sakamoto would leap, lashing out a claw for one of the avians, though it would simply flap its wings, listing lazily to one side as it would hurl 4 blades point blanc into Sakamoto's side, only to be deflected by the field of air that surrounded him. Whipping out his tail, Sakamoto would counter-attack, lashing the bird with the bladed whip and the projectile that would be launched from it! Though it managed to raise its wing in self-defence, the hit had cracked the armour and caused the avian to crash down into the ground... although causing the shot from Sakamoto's newly arrived ally to fall short of its mark. Yet just behind Sakamoto, the second of the flying birds had been preparing something equally vile, as chakra would flow through its armoured wings, ready to beat down upon the cat as a foreign chakra from a distant location and exhausted ninja would wrap around it, crushing inwards with relentless force...

Finally, as the last of the avians here would rise up from its stunned state. Xiao, like a falcon tearing into a grounded rabbit, would swoop with her legs extended and without hesitation, seemingly tear the head from the owl as if it were nothing. A single blow, talons and force ripping deep enough to cut to the bone, then finally with that entire area around its neck stripped, the force of the blow and the fact there was nothing holding it together, simply allowed it to be removed from its perch like an apple being plucked from a tree. Xiao, also exhausted from the flight, would then begin to dine on her catch for the moment, ripping off its armour and weapons and outfitting herself with them for the meantime. Steel claws that would fit over her talons, as well as a steel feathered cloak of knives that would drape across her wings like a sleeve. It was enough, but she seemed to be familiar enough with these weapons for now. though she would leave the chest plate and helm that these owls wore, as they were considerably larger than her frame would allow to fit.

'Looking to Sakamoto and Di, Xiao would call out.'

"I bought help, there was no sign of the woman, but, I found the guy you wanted Mr Sakamoto." Sakamoto was thrilled, as he landed deftly he would be facing down his grounded opponent, who too seemed to have enhanced the blades along his wings with chakra. A scar noted along his equipment from the chakra enhanced projectile, weakening them but not breaking them beyond repair yet. And now with power flowing through them, there was little that could be done on that front. It would come down to a fair battle. Sakamoto would inhale, preparing his wind pawprint ability for this battle. Sakamoto was in need of a projectile, otherwise finding himself light on the offensive end... Hence his call for Joe.

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Tian-Di

Tian-Di

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Aerial combat was not that different from battles that took place beneath the waves. Each had currents to deal with be they either in the form of water or wind and both allowed for angles of attack that were barred to the terrestrially grounded fighter. Were the zhenniao not such a dangerous foe Di might even enjoy the chance to ditch the shackles of the earth and cut loose with the acrobatic maneuvers. As it was, he was facing off a bird whose feathers and beak were so intensely poisonous that it had become the stuff of legends.

Several feints were played out in the air. The long beak of the avian predator snapped out and in return Di coiled in on himself. Di also lashed out with his jaws once or twice. He had no real intention to actually chomp down on the toxic foe because as resistant as dragons were to most ordinary poisons actually digesting some may well prove fatal for him. The bird's instincts kicked in however and it made evasive maneuvers it may normally have avoided all others with impunity but very few things either in nature or out of it were able to simply able to stand resolutely against the descending jaws of a dragon.

Flapping back the bird took stock of the situation and changing tactics beat its wings in several great motions. The deadly dust that had been drifting down to the ground was now buoyed up into the air and swept towards Di in a cloud. His mind's eye already playing out the maneuver Di launched himself forward into an air current riding the wave like a surfer as the drift brought him up over the great bird. Channeling his chakra Di conjured forth three water clones which all dove in for the zhenniao.

It was clear that the bird had had little experience with fighting ninja in battle and thus this little trick had caught it firmly off guard. Human fragility was the cause of great resourcefulness and thus a fine wellspring of inspiration where sheer power was insufficient. Two of the dragon clones targeted the zhenniao's wings with their teeth while the other constricted the avian menaces' legs. For Di himself, this would be a woefully ill-advised move as he would receive a full dose of the deadly poison. The clones were animated constructs bereft of real organs and anatomy so all this would do was slightly change their chemical make-up which was a total non factor.

Charging chakra in his throat Di let out a second more powerful blast towards his adversary. It's movement restricted by the clones the toxic predator had little recourse but to take the hit. This shot penetrated the birds weakened underside rupturing organs and shattering bone. With a low mournful call, the zhenniao spiraled out of control making the last descent of its life as it struck the ground of Mount Meru.

Di slid from the sky in a practiced movement landing with a grace that belied his weight. Ever since he had botched an attempt to do such while he was blackout drunk Di had something of a hangup regarding landings. His feet touching the earth Di spoke to the new human arrival who it seems had collapsed from exertion.

“The corpse of the big bird is deadly poisonous so don't touch it or breath in the dust if you can help it. Not that you look like you are going to be doing much moving any-time soon. I take it you ran all the way here from Konoha?”

As Di spoke his attention half on the downed man and half on Sakamoto who was now facing off with an owl. Sakamoto probably didn't need to be warned about the zhenniao a cats sense of smell could easily pick up on the hazardous nature of its biology.

“Sakamoto give me the signal and I'll blast the owl”

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Yoshihiro

Yoshihiro

Chuunin
"Did we win? Is it over?" Yojo asked as he laid there on his back a moderate distance away from the heated center of the battle. He could see the forms of Sakamoto and what looked like another bird dueling for supremacy. What the hell was even going on anymore? All that the teen could do was squint his eyes in suspicion, trying to make out the black and brackish forms of the two animals trying to fight one another from a distance. It was only once the other companion present who stopped next to him told him more about their enemy that Yojo realized the literal cat and bird game being played. Sakamoto was easily strong enough to overpower most foes, Yojo had been on the receiving end of those claws before, it was not an experience he enjoyed. It was a tad jarring, thus, to see the cat somewhat on the defensive side as he dodged and maneuvered around the battlefield. For a moment, the young Uchiha thought about activating his sharingan to see if there was more going on than he was seeing, but at feeling his muscles cramp up again, decided to just sit back and let the black cat finish his duel.

"What gave it away?" Yojo replied after Di asked him if he'd really ran all the way here from Konoha. Oh yes, yes he had, and he was feeling it all over his body. "Yoshihiro Joe" he introduced, keeping his gaze on the poisonous owl as the fight raged on. He still was struggling to come to terms with his clan's namesake, he couldn't accept himself as an Uchiha. He was grateful to wield something as powerful as the sharingan, but would not let such a dojutsu define him. He was of the Joe clan, so far as he was concerned.

The shinobi, seeing the flow of battle, formed the bird hand-seal as he continued to lay there on his back. As the final strike was suddenly being prepared by the three of them, a trio of cartoonish-looking crows would materialize in the air above Yojo. Made out of green Futon and having googly eyes that looked comical, they zipped forward at the owl with a speed betraying their unassuming appearance. Hopefully, having been on the receiving end of such an attack, Sakamoto would know what would come soon afterwards. The three crows would move at varying angles at the owl, one moving from its left flank, one from its right, and a third shooting straight on at rapid speed. If the jutsu would connect, the crows would create small explosions of air that would thrash and knock the owl upwards into the air painfully. While Yojo doubted such an attack would be a finishing blow, he hoped it would create enough of an opening for his two partners to exploit.

"Wind Style: Laughing Crows!" he announced, still being aware enough to know that announcing an attack made it easier to coordinate with allies... Even if his body was physically wrecked right now.

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