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Azami had his hand forcibly wretched from her grasp and frowned a little. "Are you shy about it?" Azima asked "You shouldn't be some people can't hide their differences so easily" Azima said smiling as her fly trap jaws opened slightly. Azima reached out and took the mouthed hand back forcibly and kissed his palm gently.
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Azami pulled her lips away from the hand delicately then smirked up at Shiva her eyes having the same look they had when they were fighting. She clapsed down on the boys hand as hard as she could making sure he couldn't pull away or dodge. "Game" Azami said her voice full of victory. Azami's jaws slammed together again in an attempt to sever the boys head, whose head lay almost directly between them when she bent to kiss his hand.

Pulling back from his attack, Ian was left panting heavily, his Katana's blade having been crushed to dust in the grip of Kazuma... 'Damn... when he hardened his bones like that, his grip got a lot stronger too... the fact that my sword is now ruined is proof enough that his abilities are the real deal...' A sudden snap was heard far off in the distance... He spun around towards the direction and could no longer see the two other shinobi who had also been training in the academy... Had they also been dueling to the death somewhere? In his intense battle with the member of the Kakuzu Clan, he'd not been able to pay attention to their actions... This place was growing more and more dangerous, he doubted that the Kakuzu Clan member would be returning anytime soon after recieving such strenuous injuries; and with him having narrowly escaped infliction of blindness, Kazuma would be much more wary when fighting the bow master again. 'I got lucky and used the right moves when I needed to; but I've lost quite a few arrows... and my sword is now a ruined piece of scrap metal, I suppose I could pawn it off as scrap metal for a new one; that would probably be cheaper than asking for it to be reforged...' Ian clutched the broken blade with a slight sadness; it had served him well on his five year journey from his home to the Academy, having been presented to him as a departure gift from his father, whom he'd inherited the Mayonaka blood line from. Shaking his head, Ian knew it would be more trouble than it was worth to have his sword reforged, but he also held a lot of sentimentalism to the blade as well... He also knew that by reforging steel; it would require a greater temperature than it took to initially make the blade, thus giving the sword a slightly stronger properties to it; and if reforged he could have its shape customized to better fit his style; and while a katana was a fine weapon; it was too thin and, as Kazuma had proved, unable to withstand heavy counter attacks against the blade itself. Deciding to check the academy's library, Ian made his way towards it to find a book on sword designs so he could decide on how he wanted his blade reforged.
"Perhaps, I con interest you in a better item... A deadly weapon to those fearful in their hearts" A voice called out from within the shadows of a nearby alleyway Ian had never seen before as he turned towards the voice...
"What sort of weapon?" His curiosity piqued as he approached the man, who now stepped out of the shadows; wearing a Duster overcoat, dark brown with dozens of pockets; a bowler's cap and sunglasses which hid his hair and eyes, a dark brown beard which looked and smelled fake. His hands were hidden within the overcoat, and as he reached into a pocket to pull out a bound deck of cards, a gloved hand was revealed to him...
"These cards possess the power to summon monsters beyond your wildest dreams... Well, in the fact that they themselves are dreams... Illusory enemies to confuse opponents!"
Ian blinked for a moment as he responded, "Illusory enemies? Well that could certainly be useful..."
"More than you imagine, my young friend... As they are made of small amounts of chakra particles, you can have them pulled to you with the art of substitution!"
"I see... that does make them valuable!" Ian nodded as he held out a hand to take hold of the deck, "What will it cost me?"
"Nothing at all, except your silence. I would rather not have too many of these around, but you're a Mayonaka, a master of illusory weapons... I also ask that you not mind me lurking in the shadows... This is to be an interesting experiment, call it a game if you will..."
"I understand... I'll be careful on using these then, thank you." The Bowmaster made a bow to the man in thanks, but as he returned to his upright stance, the man had vanished... How odd... Deciding that it would still be valuable to get his sword reforged as a backup, Ian nodded and began to walk back towards the direction of the blacksmith's shop.

Azami choked out a shriek and slammed her jaws shut, but she was far to late and merely cut the snake in half with her jaws as she formed the shell. The half of the clay snake in her shell went off. Her face was slashed with clay shrapnel and the sound of the explosion going off reverberated in side her, and she passed out instantly the sound causing her to bleed profusely from the ears. Her jaws creaked open weakly and smoke streamed out in between the teeth. Azami stood tottering for a second before she fell forward. Her skirt fluttered folded over her back and her shirt had fallen dangerously far down her body. Blood from Shiva's hand dripped slowly from her fly trap onto her lips and trickled into her mouth slowly, bit of flesh lay about inside her.

Kazuhiko Hoshigaki looks back to Shika and nods, “I like that idea, let’s leave.” He notes her hand clutching onto his but doesn’t say anything as he leads her back into the halls of the academy, “Head back outside? They had some trees to relax under.” He walks to the entrance and pushes the doors open for Shika, “Just find a spot you like and we can relax out there, after all I’m not in the mood to be hassled by an instructor.” Kazu grins and steps out into the sun while waiting for you to find a spot outside.

As he enters the school, and rounds a corner, a few higher ranked shinobi notice them, and then the blood. They both leap into action, grabbing both he and Azami and sending them to the infirmory of sorts. Setting them both down onto almost identicle beds, these shinobi back away, as others, wearing the white medical coats. Step forward and begin using whatever healing arts they had at their disposal, to begin their work on the two young ninja. Shiva collapsed into the back of his mind, almost as soon as he was set onto the bed. Allowing them to do work on heeded.

Azami felt her body come to a rest as she slowly regained consciousness. "u-ugh wh-where am I?" Azami asked. She looked around and saw a medic ninja. But what disturbed her even more was that his lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. Azami started panicking. "I-I'm deaf!" Azami shrieked, at least she think she did she couldn't here herself. Azami's head whipped around and she saw Shiva laying there. "You a*****e you ruined me!" Azami pulled out a senbon and made a move to leap onto the boy and stab him to death, but was immediately restrained by 3 to 4 medical nin. Azami was pulled back and strapped to the bed making little effort to escape their grip. She lay bound to the bed sobbing. A medical ninja appeared over her and held up a small pad of paper that read 'We have sent for the head medical nin, in the village he might be able to restore your hearing.'
Azami nodded, but did not stop crying.