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__ "Huff... huff... d-damn! Toaster! You're so dag'gone heavy! S'wrong wit'cha!?" Nabuya grumbled and groaned while heaving Kasumi around the village since leaving the scene at the academy. Since then he'd lost track of Shisui and from what he could tell... everyone in the village too. "Wer'd ever'one go offta 'nyways!?" The wooden talisman attached to a worn wooding string around his neck began to pulsate. "Hmn?" He stopped on his way up toward the Uzukage's empty throne room and looked down at the pendant hanging against his shirt. 'Dat can't be'ny good.' A large shadow suddenly grow over the area and only got larger by the second. Nabuya glanced up and his eyes widened with surprise at the sight of a massive rock carving through the sky on a direct path for his location. "Crap baskets..." He sighed and looked back to the still-unconscious Kasumi. 'Lazy turd. If I didn't haveta takecaraya I coulda minded m'own 'bout dis.' Soon after this the sword he'd snagged from the academy also began to pulse. It's rhythm gradually synchronized with the wooden talisman and then Nabu realized what he'd taken on a whim. 'Sneaky. They'll got me dis time.' On closer observation, it was the sword that those snooty Central council members made him leave behind as a condition of his exile. "Dunno'r care why dey gave ya back t'me, Oinari. Allaknow's dat dis just gotta whole lot'sier!" Nabuya dropped Kasumi flat on his butt, hoping that might jolt the kid awake, but he wasn't really counting on more miracles.

Nabu flipped the sword over into forward grip before relishing the sharp dragging noise of it being pulled from its scabbard. "Enchant, Oinari!" He pointed his katana's tip toward the Uzukage's headquarters building as he barked this command. The sword responded by sapping some of his chakra before glowing brightly then changing into the shape of a woman with nine pale golden furred tails swishing about behind her. As she finished manifesting, she was holding Nabuya's hand and her eyes appeared closed. Soon after, her expression turned sour- as if she were upset in an angry kind of way. Nabuya quickly realized what that face might entail and he pleaded, "N-n-n-now hol'on! Y'know I din't leave ya 'cause I wan'ed to, right?" Oinari's grip on Nabuya's hand only intensified and the sound of dislocating finger joints and crunching metacarpals echoed softly under the falling meteor's eerie howl. "Aaaaaeeeerrrgh!!!! Sorry! Sorry sorry!!! I-I'm s-sorrrrrrryyyyyyy!!" Nabuya crumbled to his knees under the sword spirit's lightly applied might. "P-please! I jus' need Omoikane so I can save dis sorry kid's life from dese crazy ninja." Oinari's disgusted gaze settled on the kneeling Nabuya for several more moment until she finally let go of him and pulled one of the two swords from the hip sash they were tied to. She scoffed, "Rude as ever..." Despite being in arm's reach, she irately tossed the sword at him and took back her scabbard in one swift motion. "Busted m'hand and threw a sword at me after w'ain't seen'chother in so long, but calls ME rude. Tch..." Oinari ignored his complaining and looked at the sleeping Kasumi with an expression of curiosity. 'He's overflowing with natural energy...' She finished her thought while Nabuya readied the other katana in his remaining good ********! His hand hurt so dang bad! Like, it felt as if someone hand just brought a sledge hammer down squarely on the back of his hand. Better yet, it felt like an ogre was the one swinging the hammer! Hissing through the pain, Nabuya focused on Oinari, and activated it by giving some of his energy. A soft bluish light surrounded his body for a moment before seeping down into his being. Another moment later and a massive pulse would be given off from Nabuya's body as he released all the seals that the elders put on him prior to the exile. "Dumbasses!" He yelled triumphantly then dug the tip of Omoikane's blade in the ground. "Oi, Oinari. Can'ya turn into a bat'r somethin' like dat? I wanna practice m'swinging real quick." All the memories that had been sealed away in Omoikane were settling back into his brain like a bunch of people coming back to class from Spring Vacation. He was itching to use his old skills and whatnot. Oinari just rolled her eyes and shrugged before taking his hand again, "Fine, but you still owe me." Nabuya coyly tilted his head toward her and smiled, "Dun worry 'bout it! I'll pay ya back." It seems whimsical, but he did mean it by making such a pledge. He knew the tsukumogami was a temperamental spirit on a good day, so she was definitely mad at him for abandoning her to solitude for so long. Taking her kanobo Form into hand was an ease with his trained grip for two-handed weapons.

Fearless, as usual, Nabuya readied his powerful bludgeoning weapon and blood continued to roll off his other damaged hand. Oinari telepathically asked, "Are you sure you're up for this? You haven't given yourself much time to adjust..." The effects of Bloodstained Delinquent would kick in, fueling his personal strength further with chakra and a lot of adrenaline. "Hmph." He pointed out into the distance with the kanobo, as if announcing an inevitable home run then took his stance again. At this point, all he needed was to deliver a Smoking Pitch technique, powered by Powerful Delivery, to strike the meteor and it would be knocked away before it could crush either him or Kasumi. "OOOREEEYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" It wouldn't actually send the damn thing flying as far as he wanted, but it sure would still manage to save them from being squished flat. The Uzukage's headquarters and everything else nearby was still pretty boned, though...