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the red haired genin drank what was left not letting any slip past his soft lips.... and took a mouthfull swig of the falls wmystical water without hesitation.

{{{yes!...yes!.....YES!"}} toy squeeled in a demonic delight as his and kenshins chakra was amplified and coursed through his system,his heart pumped and his heart beat pounded like the sound of bass
the falls esteemed water fueled and satisfied toys thirst for adreneline.....{{{{"its laced kenshin.....im tripping out...but oh this s**t is good..."}}}} toy humored himself clawing on what appeared the floor in kenshins mind.

kenshin rose both arms up looking at his hands amazed by the strength of the heros water and his hands shook and his chakras grew,his eyes widened and slowly settled to their normal gentle pose as he felt chills on the outside of his skin "i-i-i can feel it....its..its...."
"quentching....." and he gave a faint smile to waruis comment and dashed off following to warui's left if not at all hardly keeping up with his speed.

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The snow churned as Warui pushed off in a blinding display of speed. This was HIS arena. He might not have the greatest offense, his wit might not be all to sharp, and he might take one to many hits- but speed and agility was HIS. At that moment he considered few his equal and non his superior. To him every movement was slowed to a crawl, painfully sluggishly ticking by as he passed the world. An outsider might not have even noticed him save for the gust of wind that flowed behind.

A body-flicker technique is when you overload your body with chakra to the point that you can move a short distance almost imperceptibly fast. Warui was... overloaded. Between the sage chakra and the hero water- it was a feast for gluttons.

The Tengu line fast approached with no sign of them noticing. He was sure they knew he was coming but the question was- could Fuka command them to do something as fast as he could move? A devilish grin spread like wildfire across his face, revealing his sharp little teeth- he was about to find out!

as kenshin sped up he glared at the line and leaped like a cat just barely making it.

{{{lets have some fun kenshin....hmm..hahahaha}} toy said as kenshin made a determined face he was cautious of his surroundings aswell as what may lay ahead.

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Erkamina smirked as she felt the Tengu's grip fail. It must be that it's master had fallen. To her it was a blessing of sorts but she couldn't help feeling sorry for him. She wrenched herself out of its grip and landed hard on her feet. She stretched slightly before thinking of another strategy. She didn't get it, these things felt no pain. She jumped again, this time higher than before and instead of kicking she punched the Tengu in the face hard. But once again it seemed that it didn't take damage. It was, as it seemed, impossible. "I'm just not strong enough..."
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A few Tengu dotted the rear front of the battle, but they were being fended off by any shinobi here still able to fight. Keizo sat leaning against a rock at the edge of the camp of injured shinobi. And there was a damn good number of injured. Heh. Better here than dead. Though several were dying. Including Keizo. While Shouta had been healing him, he'd been stabbed in the back twice and lost a leg while getting Shouta out of the way. The young doctor was ok, and healing other shinobi- from Mist, Suna or any other village for that matter. He'd suffered a few injuries but he'd easily healed them himself. Keizo had agreed to let Shouta heal him enough to keep him alive a bit longer, but there was nothing that could be done to save him. His blood was spilling over the snow and his life would soon be at its end. There was much he wasn't proud of, but nothing he regretted. "Heh. Thank go for small mercies, eh?" he said to himself. With his remaining strength, Keizo played his guitar. And he planed to keep playing untill he could no longer move.
He had a good view of the battles from his seat, though it was damn cold! "Got two crazy bitches running this party." he laughed as he heard the two femal kages' exchange of words.
The Kazekage had been taken back to this location a while before he had when he'd lost his arm. Dev had lost his arm, but had insisted in fighting. Shouta strongly opposed but had finally, reluctantly, gave in. He did have to admit, the Kazekage and the Kusakage did bare strong resemblance to each other. "Heh. Gonna miss this lot. Wish I could've stayed to see how this little aliance worked out." Here, on this battlefield he could see it working strongly. But what would happen afterwards? Would villages turn on each other? Would things turn sour within but a few years and fall back to where they were and probably worse? Or would things run smoothly and steady peace finally established between all the shinobi nations? Quite honestly, Keizo found the last option very unlikely. But who knows. Shouta came over, he looked exhausted. "You look like you're about to drop dead."

"Heh. Look who's talking!" he chuckled as he sat himself down on the other rock, facing the old man. Keizo just kept strumming away, his awkward notes singing out. Shouta looked over to see the girl form sand, the Tengu soldier and Rakutsu.... coughing up blood! "RAKUTSU-CHAN!" He stood to go help but he was weak from over-use of chakra and his legs gave out, landing him in the snow.

"Oi! Shouta!" Keizo looked worried, but he was missing a leg. He couldn't really stand.

Shouta was able to get himself on his knees, but he immediately threw up. "Ugh." 'Devonte's gonna give me hell for this.' he thought, trying to make a small joke. Only yesterday had Shouta scolded his older brother for the exact same reason that he was vomiting. He just looked up at his friend. He didn't believe in any god or gods, but right now he was praying to whatever power there was that she'd be alright. He felt something slip from his pocket. He looked down and snatched it back up. It was the amulet that Rakutsu had given him. It was unscathed despite all the madness of the battlefield he'd just run through.

Shouta watched the skirmish with worried eyes. When she'd reached him, she didn't look so good. But neither was he. Did he care? Course not! "You're hurt." he said, his voice was softer than usual. He inched himself on his knees towards her, making a few handsings. His hand dimly glowed green. He barely had any chakra left, but he hoped he had enough for this. He placed his palm half on her chest, half on her throat and began healing her. The damage was pretty bad, but nothing he hadn't seen before. Regardless- he shouldn't even be trying anything at all in his state!

"Shouta enough! You're gonna kill yerself! Why- if I had both legs right now- gak!!! -cough- -cough-" Keizo hacked up a mouthfull of blood. He wasn't in any condition to be shouting like that either! But he couldn't even turn around without his wounds sending waves of pain that hit him like a ton of bricks. He just panted and glared at the medic-nin. But even that glare was begging him to stop. Their group was already about to suffer one loss, and it would kill Devonte if his brother died too. Shouta ignored Keizo's words and continued to heal Rakutsu, giving a weak smile, trying to make things seem better than they were, for Rakutsu's sake. But that was just him.

'Your a great man with a kind heart, Try not to push yourself to hard, Okay?' ... 'I think it's good to focus on one's self happiness before striving for others.' ... 'It may sound selfish, But if you think about it. . How can you make others happy if you yourself are not? You just end up being sad for the rest of your life.' ...

Shouta smiled as Rakutsu's words rang through his head from the hospital. He was happy. Healing his friends, being a doctor, helping them, that was what made Shouta Kurosawa happy. He looked dead-tired, but he smiled anyway. A true smile, not one shinobi used all the time to hide their unhappiness, because for Shouta- he had nothing to truely be unhappy about. He was a bit sullen at times, but he was content with his life. He loved it. Whether or not Mizuchi ever found out that he was his faher, whether or not Dev got a prosthetic arm or continued on single-handed, whether or not Mist and Konoha ever found peace or just ended up at war again, whether or not any of the calamaties that plagued his life found solace he was happy. There was about a fifty-fifty chance that he would die of exhaustion right then and there, but he wouldn't mind. Rakutsu was his friend. But damn... was he tired... his healing palm began fading, but he wanted to continue untill she was fully healed.... he was getting paler by the minute, and the winds bit at him harsher than before, making him flinch from time to time... Keizo's eyes were screaming for him to stop as he panted. Damn it all! This is why he'd come out here! So he wouldn't die the old man sitting and watching his comrades die while he sat and waited peacfully for death!