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Lunar Uchiha appeared in the midst of his team and just stood there waiting.

Shigoro smiled as he saw the Shukaku host come in next to the strange one. "Another suicide, I suppose, though I will have to make sure to keep it alive."

He continued walking forward, slowly letting light pass through his teeth so that his was a ghastly grin floating towards them.

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Namezan shoved Ronnel away from him. His voice, normally calm and eve, with no hint of emotion, was cracked and high-pitched with fear. And it was no longer the same voice. Somehow it seemed to be closer to normal, with less of the ephermal non-sound that had formerly accompanied it. "Get out of here, Ronnel! This one's too powerful for either of us, and you are far more useful to Lord Otokage than I am at this point. Leave before he ki-"

The eyes of both shinobi were drawn as if towards a magnet, staring at the hand projecting from Namezan's chest. The horrid teeth opened and closed as Shigoro spoke. "I do not enjoy killing in this manner, but Tease will be noticed if I let him out and frankly have never been much for strategy in a battle. What say you jus surrender now and spare you the trouble and spare me the gore? And I'll let the shukaku live... for now. Or, you could try and fight, and I'll pull my hand out of your body with your still-beating heart clutched in my blood-smeared fingers."

Namezan slowly raised his hands. "And if I surrender?"

Shigoro moved his hand up and back, so that his fingers were protruding from Namezan's neck. The Sound 5 member shuddered and his eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Shigoro turned to Ronnel. His face, when it appeared, was calm and smiling lightly. "I could kill you, child, reach inside you and remove your heart or brain, or if I really concentrated maybe even rip Shukaku right out of your soul, but you are rather more interesting alive than dead. Take this."

He flicked his finger at Ronnel and an extremely small Tease buried itself in his chest. "It won't harm you, just think of it as my own personal homing beacon. Goodbye, Child of Shukaku."

He disappeared and reappeared a moment later in the Kage box.

Matsuya's hands still moved over the paper in smooth, swift motions. "Jima." Jima moved his head to look at Matsuya properly. "Yea, Mat-san?" Matsuya looked up from his work. "Are you ready for the exams?" Jima nodded. "Sure, as long as you keep the sake coming, Ill be ready." Matsuya smiled, pulling down the bandages around his face. "I know. I just wish I had something better to do other than drawing this map." Jima sighed. "Well you could summon Shenma and spar with him. Then just resummon me for the exams." Matsuya shrugged. "I'll think abou it. But Shenma is ruthless, he would kill me if he got the chance. His pride is stoping him from seeing that I've become strong enough to handle him." Jima nodded. "Then summon Menma and have a debate about something or another." Matsuya shrugged again, staying silent this time. He rolled his shoudler, letting the bandages rest on them.

A four ANBU escort entered the meeting hall as they uncuffed Kazzu's hands, "there, you are free to walk about the hall but you may not leave the building without our regaurds or we will kill you." The four anbu left his sight but Kazzu knew that they couldn't have gone very far.

Shigoro looked down and saw a familiar face in the crowd near Mello. He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered under his breath. "Oh, gods... Not him. Anyone but him..."

Fenrir leapt up and appeared standing near Shigoro. "Oh c'mon Shigoro. What's so wrong with him, huh?" he asked through an almost identical sharp toothed grin.

((Fenrir does not know of us yet. SO yeah....))

Byakuran looked up at the man who had just entered, "Why must I always be ignored. I swear it's as if I don't have a existence." Byakuran lifted up his Sky ring, he stared at it and sighed. He lowered his hand and adjusted his holy looking blade, it shined in a golden tone. He let go of his blade after he found a comfortable position.