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Hiroya Uchiha crept through the forest staying on guard incase any of the enemy ninja were on the attack. He heard a branch crack from behind him. "Enemy ninja at twelve o'clock!" He said through his earpiece to his teammates who were only a few yards away to his left and right. Hiroya ducked just as a hoard of shuriken were thrown at him. Taking atvantage of the oppurtunity he closed his eyes and reopened them only to reveal his sharingan which had kept hidden from the rest of the village.
"So you think you can hide, do you?" Hiroya shouted into the woods, "Show yourself cowards!"
In a matter of seconds three Sand ninjas appeared in front of him.
"Squad 13 engage combat!"

Here it goes. My characters name is Kira Yamakura and doesn't like communicating with people and is very sarcastic.

She left her room and headed for the door as she finished brushing her flowing black hair with the blood red streak in the front. As Kira left her house she waved 'bye' to her step-mother. She closed the door and started down the road. She recently decided to be like everyone wants her to be; an Acadamy student. She twitched at the thought of having to be in a room with people bombarding her with questions that she found irritating.
She looked ahead as she saw the gates of the school she would soon be attending. She saw how everyone around her was so happy about becoming a ninja. She imagined what she would be like if she were like that. She shook herself to get the repulsive idea out of her head.
As she got ahold of herself something caught her eye. A boy. A HANDSOME boy. She watched in aw as he stood with his friends. She gave a smirk at the thought of what she would do this year. She looked up to the cloud that passed overhead and whisped silently to herself "Maybe school won't be so bad afterall."

Pass. Very nice character to it.

I'm not so good at english but I will give it a try ^^

Here it goes. ((I hope it was okay to use Byakugan))

Tika laid on the branch half asleep. A cool wind played with her hair and made the hot summer weather more comfortable. Suddenly she heard something rustle in the bushes and she touched her kunai to be prepared for any danger. She opened her left eye and glanced back but couldn't see anything unusual. She sighed and closed her eye, she tryed to focus on her chakra and worked hard to make the hand seals. Now, she thought.
"Byakugan!"
She opened her eyes viewing the world throught a whole new perspective. She was still only an academy student so she couldn't consentrate her chakra for so long but before she lost the grip of Byakugan, she saw someones presence but a bit further away. She sighed. No need to worry then, she mumbled as she fell asleep again.

Onu Slowly looked up from his work and stared at the sky for a moment, It was a warm summers day and the sun was beating down due to the fact there was no clouds in the sky to shade him. Wiping his forhead he looked back down to his puppet, he had been working on this thing for months but it was almost finished, he smiled to himself as he attached the final arm, Standing up slowly he looked at his work taking it all in, smiling to himself he slung the puppet on his back and started to walk back to village, proud of his hard work he laught to himself, a strange thing to do but somthing he always did. he walked along the crisp grass lighty. Before stoping suddenly. Taking the puppet off his back and resting it at his side.

"Whos there......" Said Onu

He looked around trying to see somone but he could not see anyone, His heart began to race, *What was going on, he knew there was someone there he could feel them watching him but why could he not seem them.... could it be another ninja..... but this far away from the village* he attached his chakra strings to his puppet and got ready for anything

"I know your there SHOW YOURSELF!!!!!" Demanded Onu

Pass. Watch your spelling errors. And include a little more detail when you post. Like how did he break the dagger free exactly?

Normality, outside of the Yakuza headquarters. Time went on as it always did, transient, fleeting. Even were a huge event to take place, or a stunning, dramatic scene were to occur, time would go on. Life would continue, and the leaves would grow old and fall in Autumn, to be reborn again in spring. Such was they way of things, for who can perceive eternity in this transient dream of life?

These were the temporary thoughts, of a man about six feet tall wearing all black, making his way to the Yakuza building. He wore a thin black Japanese short sleeve overcoat, called a Jinbaori, that was long enough to reach just above his knees. It had a simple white tie in the center, and small white designs of a Hannya's head being impaled on a sword in a diamond shaped box, on either shoulder. And that same symbol, but larger, on the back of the Jinbaori. Beneath the Jinbaori, he wore a black long sleeve shirt, that was not extremely baggy nor too tight fitting. His pants were simple black slacks, with a functional (rather than decorative) black leather belt in its pant loops. For footwear, he wore black leather combat boots, that were not gaudy as to not hinder mobility.

The man himself, had deathly white skin. The same color as snow. His eyes were un-naturally dark, as if he hadn't slept in many, many years. Yet, he didn't look tired either. His Iris's were a deep deep brown, nearly obsidian. His figure was well built but not bulky or over muscled. One could make the assumption that beneath his clothing, he had notable muscle tone. His face was well defined, with a tiny bit of facial hair on his chin, though two long scars ran across his face. One going horizontally over his face, starting at one cheek bone and crossing over the bridge of his nose and ending at the opposite cheek. Another going vertically across his right eye, starting at the top of his forehead and ending about level with he end of his nose. His jet black hair fell over his left eye, naturally, and was long enough to reach just past his shoulders. He wasn't a terribly attractive man, in all regards, though to be handsome was not his primary concern.

Clutched in his right hand, was a rather large silver brief case, about 5 feet long in length. Its contents were unknown, though it looked rather heavy.

The man walked with a dignified stride, yet did not make a show of himself with his good posture. He walked straight and tall, not slouching like most would. His face was not hardened nor serious, though it was not smiling either. A simple, almost meditative, calm and somewhat emotionless expression was worn on his face at all times. Despite this, there was subtle intensity to his expression, as was to his very presence. He was calm, and collected, but ready to do battle if nessecery. His presence was not boisterous nor aggressive, yet not passive and innocuous either.

He looked up at the building, and stared a moment, then returned his attention to the main doors and entered the Yakuza lobby. Part of him was a bit against being here, but at this point, he really had no choice. He took a few steps into the lobby, and looked around, seeking someone who could be of assistance to him...