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After explaining his case Notwen watched Takera, who stood in silent reflection for a few seconds before replying. He said he didn't see any harm in trying, and had some experience healing others, but he wasn't a medic so if there was any pain it wouldn't be intentional. After saying his piece he conjured a ball of water from his palm, which he imbued with a green light coming from his hand. As he motioned for the dark-skinned blonde's shoulder, Notwen stopped him momentarily.
"Hold on. Let me take my shoulder plate off first." His hand unbuckled the leather belt that kept the plate firmly secured over his injured joint. Notwen took it off, revealing the bandaged area, and put it on the floor. He unwrapped the bandages, revealing the wound and gave Takera the thumbs-up. The feeling of the bubble disappearing into his shoulder was cool, yet uncomfortable. The dark-skinned blonde now had his attention on the area where the orb of water was doing its work. The moment the white-haired Uchiha began to move his hand was when the discomfort came. "s**t! It feels like hundreds of ants were crawling under my skin!" said Notwen, taking in a sharp breath and clenching his right hand into a fist. He squeezed his eyes shut so he would have an easier time fighting the urge to scratch his shoulder. The dark-skinned blonde could feel his former muscles enlarging to the best of their current ability, and was feeling a lot healthier too. Finally the time came for Takera to pull out the orb. Those were the longest four seconds of intense pain he had to deal with since first getting the injury. When it was finally out, Notwen became nauseous by just looking at the mess that had just come out of his shoulder. "Thanks Takera. I feel a lot better, though my shoulder feels tender now." It disturbed the dark-skinned blonde to learn that his injury had been going bad for a long time so he decided to put that fact in the past. He was healed now. Notwen listened to Takera's instructions, and he was going to abide by them regardless. The Chuunin Exams had been a rewarding, yet draining experience. When the white-haired Uchiha placed his hands behind his back, Notwen walked up to him and placed his hand on the former's left shoulder. "You've earned my trust. I don't know much about your past, but i'm sure that i can at least consider you a friend after what you've done." It was at this time that a shinobi from the Hidden Leaf Village showed up and greeted Takera in a manner that suggested they were good friends. He then inquired about Notwen. "The name's Notwen Uchiha, and i also happen to be a Chuunin. You are?" he asked.

A cool wind blew through the slowly dying town of Gryu'Jiong. In just a day or two, the population spike would die out, and leave the place an empty shell of the exciting, bustling place it had been the past few weeks. Another gust of wind blew through the middle stretch of the town, and down towards the welcome gate. Leaves fell from the trees and danced through the air slowly as if taking part in the last dance of a ball.

A single leaf landed on Kyu's bare shoulder. He had stopped for a moment to take one last look at this place before he left. Chances are, he'd never come back. It was far too out of the way to visit during travel, and he wouldn't be dropping in for a vacation. He had had some good times here, but now the Chuunin Exams were over, and he had stepped into a whole new world. As a chuunin, he'd have more work to do, more excitement in his life. He was on the path to becoming a Hunter Nin, just like he always wanted.

There was still an obstacle in his way at this point. Now that the games were over, he had to have a word with Saikoro- no, Sai. Kyu turned about face and walked down the hill towards the gate. He spotted Sai waiting for him. Kyu knew that Sai knew. He'd dropped enough hints in the VIP room. Since he found out about Saikoro's alter ego, Kyu had been puzzled how to react to the information. Should he want Sai dead, or was there more to consider.

The introduction of Notwen and the reintroduction of Takera added to the confusion. The former was a ninja who'd left his village flat-out, and proved himself a traitor even during the events. The latter was a boy who was supposed to be dead, but instead had left Mist and joined Lightning.

Once, Kyuzaku could only see ninja in black or white. Regardless of their reasoning or the means, a traitor was a traitor, and a friend was a friend. What he found during the exams was that there was a huge amount of gray in between. What color is a traitor who destroys his country, then joins back in under a new face and name? Does it matter if their treason reignited the passion of a dying Village? What shade is the traitor who leads everyone he knows to believe he's dead, and allies himself with another country? Does it change when he wraps himself in a web of lies, masks, and aliases? Is a ninja who formally abandons his country good, or is he bad?

Kyu reached the bottom of the hill and waved casually to Saikoro, "Wanna head out now? There's really nothing else here for us, I think."

Takera listened to Drake's statement. He'd had enough time to recover yet he didn't have enough chakra? Takera thought to himself. Takera attempted to call back his sharingan that originally subsided within him before the exam when he began to change. To his surprise his eyes opened a tad wider and his sharingan took form. Takera focused at Drake's center while casually keeping his eyes directed generally at Drake and saw the flare of his chakra. He no longer had the frail essence he'd noticed back at the tent. "Interesting.." Takera said before he turned to Notwen. "I'm gonna head out with Drake from here. I have stuff I need to talk to him about. I'll keep in touch." Takera said as he notioned his hand towards Drake to follow him. He rose his arm and bag up and set the back back on his shoulder before turning and beginning to walk again assuming Drake got the hint to follow.

Takera followed the path for some time as they walked remaining silent for most of the travel. It's possible he might reach a similar level. His potential is pouring out of him. But how am I supposed to test it? Takera thought to himself as he walked. Drake kept in close proximity following him the whole way. Takera simply listened to each corresponding footstep behind him. After a few moments Takera stopped dead in his tracks and his head tilted to the right as if to look back at Drake, but his head didn't turn entirely. "Can I ask what it is that drives you to be a ninja?" Takera questioned Drake partially serious.

Takera listened for Drake's response and for a moment it seemed as if Drake was silently thinking. Before long Drake finally spoke and told Takera that he wasn't actually sure what made him choose the life of a ninja. Takera's head turned back into place as he rubbed his chin while thinking about the situation. "Strong, potential, and yet no drive, huh? If he's really going to follow this path, it'll do him no good at all to have no drive. What I can do for him is atleast prepare him for the hardship ahead. And in turn he'll pay me back by helping complete my style." Takera thought to himself as he pulled his back in front of himself and pulled something free. He immediately tossed the bag to his left and swung around at Drake bringing the Kuri Gami's scythe-like end in a swiping direction with his right hand that would intersect with Drake's neck if he didn't do something to avoid or stop it. He held the ball and chain in his left hand semi-loosely and kept a composed form at he assaulted Drake suddenly.

Takera watched carefully as Drake leapt back from the Kuri Gami. It was a solid half an inch from connecting which meant Drake had barely avoided it. Drake started to regain his posture and form as well as begin to manipulate his chakra in a physical manifestation. It stretched from the base of his palm into something like that of a spear made of lightning element. Immediately as Drake shifted his stance and threw it at Takera, Takera had already been one step ahead. He swung the Kuri Gami's scythe edge into the ground in front of him and tossed the ball end into the air. The Kuri Gami acted as a lightning rod and caught the lightning spear forcing it to discharge under the ground. Takera caught the falling chain after he was sure it was dispelled and pulled the Kuri Gami free. Takera caught the now free scythe edge by it's handle and let the ball and chain up into the air giving a flick of the wrist and twirling it in the air like a giant fan blade. Immediately Takera ran forward moving the giant fan-like twirling ball and chain from side to side while maintaining it. As soon as he got close enough he protended to lash out with it following a sequence similar to an attack, but Takera leapt back and with one final twist of the chain, the ball broke free of the whipping in the air and slung out around Drake's feet. With a strong tug Takera pulled Drake's feet together and out underneath him before tossing the Kuri Gami's scythe edge back into the ground to act as a conductor and strip him of his lightning based techniques he needed to manifest to use.

Takera watched as Drake manifested Lightning despite his predicament. Lightning was drawing off of his own manifestation and to the chain. Takera noticed the reaction Drake's body gave off as his own element began to hurt him. Takera watched the ball in his hand manifest until finally the ball burst expanding all around. Takera took a few steps back and began forming handseals with one hand. A mirror formed facing down on the now sitting up Drake from high in the sky and mirrors formed alongside the path angled in odd ways as if to face each other in a zig-zag. Takera immediately vanished away into the mirrors and found himself standing atop the mirror out of sight of Drake who had finally begun untying the Kuri Gami from around his feet. Takera crouched down into a squat and began to think about his further actions while looking down at the first mirror in the set below them. Takera tilted to look over the edge at Drake while taking his heavy vest off. He lobbed the vest over the edge directly above Drake so that if it hit from the pick up of falling, it'd do real damage. Takera then breathed in heavily after lobbing the vest. "WATCH OUT BELOW!" Takera shouted from atop the mirror as the vest sunk through the sky alarmingly fast. Immediately before Drake could look up Takera jetted through the mirror and hopped into the first chained mirror below in an instant and positioning himself for Drake's next movement.