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Bringing his hand to the bridge of his nose for a moment, Vyrin sighed lightly and rubbed gently to release some of the built up pressure there. "Lets take this from the top, shall we?" The boy said as he threw his arms out to either side of himself and began hopping to either side again, his arms held close to his upper body so that his position mocked that of a boxer. "But this time, I start~" The boy added on quickly, giving Notwen a small wink.

Dropping down on his right foot, he let his knee curl in and lowered down to the ground. Extending his leg completely the boy launched himself quickly towards his opponent, the wind blowing out angrily to either side of him as he rudely blasted past it. With his arm cocked back to punch, Vyrin stopped just before Notwen's frame and stopped completely, his grin playing tauntingly on his face as he blew a kiss and winked again.

Immediately afterwords, his body vanished with an abrupt wave of air spreading in all directions. A moment later he reappeared a few steps back from the direction he came from and yet again he dropped low to dash foreword again. However this time, with the distance greatly shortened and his fist already cocked back, Vyrin was able to close in the distance in the same instance he appeared as his fist violently rushed to connect with Notwen's face.

"OOOF!!" cried Notwen as his body was stopped by a dune. Sand flowed over his body, which was partly embedded in the Sand column. He placed a hand over his scar, which now throbbed painfully.
"Hey, are you okay, N?" Asked Soba who had come to check on his student.
"Yeah, I'm fine Soba-sensei." replied the boy who was now extracting himself from the sand dune.
"Look Nowen, that injury you sustained earlier back at the island is becoming a hindrance." said Soba with a serious tone.
"I know." replied Notwen, focusing his crimson gaze at Vyrin.
"As your sensei, i will let you continue fighting. Don't overdo it, or i'll be forced to stop the match. Understood?"
"Yes, Soba-sensei!" answered Notwen, whose body was now reignited with blue flames. He made a set of hand seals, which released some of his body's untapped energy.
The boy climbed back onto the stone platform, taking his place across from Vyrin. Notwen wiped away a dribble of blood that had trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
"Hey Vyrin, that was a good punch just now. Well, now it's my turn! Suzume Koumyaku!!"
Notwen's feet rose a few inches off the ground, and in a few seconds, he was skating around Vyrin in a circle, surrounding him in a column of smoke, which came from the trail of flames his feet were leaving behind. I can't let him know where i'm striking from, and most likely he'll think i'll strike from behind, so.... When he was positioned in front of Vyrin, Notwen formed a ball of boiling water in his hand and rammed it towards Vyrin's chest.

Vyrin's body quickly blasted out from within the wave of water, his fist cocked back to sock on into Notwen's mouth again but the attack fell short and the boy quickly leaped away to the side. Extending his arms out before him and curling his fingers in odd ways, Vyrin simply watched his opponent with a taunting grin. Slowly he continued to move his body this way and that, loud popping sounds releasing from each joint as he did before he finally let his body relax out. Raising his arm slightly, he waved to his opponent in the classic 'Come on, lets fight' way.

Vyrin watched curiously as Notwen faltered, bit by bit the boy's chakra was definitely fading. From all the high powered attacks he was launching and taking a direct punch from Vyrin, the boy was surely running on almost empty. It was admirable but also very foolish to try the same attack twice with less power and no tactic. He was simply just attacking blindly... Why wasn't Soba stopping this?

Shaking his head too himself, Vyrin flex his muscles and prepared himself to dodge and quickly finish the fight. "Did you want me, Vyrin?" The words rung through the boy's ears as a confused and highly disgusted face ripped through his features. "What the fu-" Vyrin's response was cut short as the child's hand made contact with his chest and ripped his breath from him. The words had broken Vyrin's concentration and now he was paying for it by getting hit.

Soba was instantly at Notwen's side, supporting his student's exhausted form. The chuunin shook his head.
"I should've stopped this fight a lot sooner. neutral " The sound of contained laughter made him look at his burden.
"Hey Vyrin, we should do this again sometime!" he called after the retreating youth. His eyes were back to their natural hazel color.

After his short nap Kenta had set to work on the first step of his plan. He had made a set of posters and then gone about the village putting them up. He knew that as long as it was possible that purple hair might still be hiding in the shadows nearby or might be coming back, that it was a good idea to keep the villagers informed of the threat. That was what these posters were about, that and a show that he could do whatever the hell he wanted now that he was Kage, wasn't the the whole point in taking the position in the first place? It had nothing to do with being stronger. If he wanted that he would have trained, after all, a military rank had nothing to do with being strong.

His eyes glazed over for a moment as he thought back to the days of yesteryear once more, visions playing in his head like an old movie reel.

-FLASHBACK TIEMZ!-

As the two brothers mad their way down the street behind the teal haired swordsman and the fiery haired woman, Kenta still wore the frown on his face. One day he'd be the one at the top and everyone would understand that things like angels were no laughing matter. He'd bring about a new age for shinobi, where people recognized that ninjas weren't just tools meant for killing, but were people too. Wasn't that what everyone wanted? Maybe he could take over a small village or something and turn it into a safe haven where anyone could go to rest and lick their wounds. That would be a sight, people who were opposite sides on the battlefield working together, putting down their weapons. An escape from the endless battles and constant bloodshed of the life of a ninja, without actually having to stop being a ninja. Old enemies working together for the greater good to defend each other and themselves. That would make everyone happy, wouldn't it?

"Why do you want to be kage anyway?" Takahiro looked at him and took a deep breath, "The Kakge is just the target for assassinations. It doesn't sound like the sort of thing that you'd fit into."

"Because...I want everyone to work together." It was the honest truth. If everyone could work together that would be paradise wouldn't it?

Takahiro closed his eyes and shook his head, "You believe in some of the stupidest things, Kenta. People don't want to work together, that's why this war got started in the first place." He sighed and looked over to his brother, "Maybe you'll understand that when you realize that angels aren't real either."

-Flashback end-

Kenta smiled softly as he looked at his handiwork. It was true that not everyone could work together, but if you made sure that most of the people were all against the same person, then at least some of the people could work together. He smiled softly as he patted the corners of the poster. On the poster was a picture of the purple haired man. Across the top in big bold letters "Have you seen this man?" across the bottom it said in smaller font "If you have, he's a douche b*****d. Try to stay out of his way, and tell the ANBU troops so that we can keep people away from him in case his fail is contagious." It was a good poster, and one that Kenta thought was appropriate. He patted his hands for a moment. This was the last poster. Now he could go do whatever he wanted again.

"Finally home~" sighed Notwen as he laid back slowly on the futon in his room. A few minutes ago, Soba had turned the platform back into sand to prevent another "ANBU Scare" in these times of high alert. Then he carried Notwen over his shoulder for half a mile through the corridor that separated the desert from the Village Hidden in the Sand. Notwen was about to fall asleep when there was a soft tap on his bedroom door.
"Hey, wanna go grab a bite to eat?" asked Soba from the half open door. The mention of food caused the boy's stomach to growl audibly. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. I'll be waiting in the living room."
"Ok, sensei."
While showering, Notwen couldn't stop looking at the scar that sliced diagonally across his whole upper body. It was a pink line in contrast to his slightly tanned skin. I'm gonna have this for life... he thought Cool!
When he was done, Notwen dried himself off thoroughly. Looking in his chest of drawers, he found a shirt identical to the one that was ruined by Sai's puppet and put it on. Looking in another drawer, Notwen pulled out a pair of boxers and a pair of black jeans. He put those on, then focused on the items that lay on the futon. One was his Sunagakure forehead protector. The second was Sai's shirt. Notwen looked at the shirt, deep in thought.
"Keep it, burn it, do as you wish with it." Those words resonated Notwen's mind over and over, then an idea came to his mind. He took his forehead protector and unfastened it from the original blue cloth. He took a kunai from the dresser, and cut the shirt in half along the seams. Notwen was now left with the front half of the shirt, which he folded lengthwise so that the metal plate fit perfectly on it.
Centering the metal plate along the strip of purple cloth, Notwen proceeded to fasten them together. He tied the new forehead protector to his head, admiring the way it looked on him in the mirror. Content with his work, Notwen left the room and walked down the hall to meet up with Soba.
"About time!" said Soba from the open door, already outside.