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Oasis glared sharply at Notwen as he spoke to her. Her jaw held so tightly that her teeth ground against one another as she looked at the shinobi in question now. If it was all a ruse, then he was the best actor ever, she didn't really think it was all an act. Something likely happened back on the island with the worm monster that set him on this path in the first place. Actually, as she thought about it, they were from the same village, so how did he get to and from the island? She had taken the path from the village to get to the island, surely she would have encountered him on the way there or at least saw him on the way home, but he got home before her. She held a hand against her head and thought, the Kage he said he was to blame, was it true was ALL of it a ruse. She opened her eyes and moved her hand "...I really don't think so." she states quietly as she looked at Kenta. "It would have... been nice to know something else was going on, however... I am able to understand the need for covert operations... I just..." she looked to Notwen "How he acted, how he was begging, it just seemed far to real." she states quietly as she looked between Kenta and Notwen. She wanted it to have all just been a big dumb act, but she knew that Uchiha especially had this thing about a hunger for power. So even if THIS had been an act, there was a part of him that really wanted it. Her sharp amber eyes slowly swirled to red as suddenly Vyrin spoke up again. Track him, before he knew him? The cloth, of his haitate. It was made from something Sai gave him. Her jaw made a click sound as her teeth gnashed against each other slightly. That was far more symbolic than perhaps many understood. To Oasis those items were more symbolic than anything, that was why she wore hers where she did, attached firmly to her belt over her mid-section. The hara or the origin of power, where the chakra wells up from each individual. The original cloth of her haitate was under the belt itself. He had exchanged the cloth from his homeland with the cloth from one who was not necessarily an ally of their home. She took a few more steps back her brow furrowing. "Did you choose to fight Fuyu... to test him? I have heard of people who want to know about their allies power before they deem them proper." she states as she clenched her hands down into tight fists. "Should I test your steel?" she states slowly as a solitary tear seeped from her right eye which she shook free from her face. Maybe, like the boys insisted upon, she would understand his heart if they came to blows.

Vyrin's mouth kept it's little half grin as Kenta went along with the idea that he had actually had the order out. But Vyrin knew better, Sai had ran into the boy only a small amount of time after battling with Kentaru himself. Since then, Vyrin had been the one following and keeping tabs on Notwen and Soba, it was because of them after all that Sai had finally found his way into the village. Something that had turned to be a much more annoying challenge then previously thought to be. The order from Kentaru to Notwen and the rest had to have been issued the moment after Vyrin had left with Oasis. He knew that. Notwen knew that. And most importantly, Kenta knew that... And even if he wanted to bluff it for now, protect his reputation or even possibly the now enraged Oasis' feelings... It didn't matter. Because the jig was up and Notwen wouldn't be able to hide behind his act anymore.

"Well then, I guess we've underestimated you. Quite the tactician, Lord Kazekage-sama... Quite the tactician." Vyrin hummed with his grin playing against his features. With his crimson eyes bright with entertainment, he looked at Notwen with a mocking expression before turning his eyes to Soba and shaking his head slightly. With only those two able to see him he mouthed the words, You're pathetic. to the pair and turned away to leave the scene. The boy only stopped to address Kenta one last time, "Before I forget. My father, if you still want your information, he still needs a location and time... I do believe your bath is done, correct, so no need for wait? Or do you have more preparations to be dealt with."

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"Did you choose to fight Fuyu... to test him? I have heard of people who want to know about their allies power before they deem them proper. Should I test your steel?" said Oasis, shaking a solitary tear from the corner of her eye.
"Look Oasis, my actions on Markry and my actions here are two completely different situations. Let me ask you something. What would you do if you saw your family murdered in cold blood, yet you were unable to do anything to protect them?" said Notwen, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked Oasis dead in the eye. "What is wrong with gauging my strength against an equal? My fight with Fuyu was not to test his ability, it was to test my own!"
Notwen understood the way Oasis felt. Her confusion was somehow resonating with his own emotions and were beginning to become frustration.
"If the two of you want to spar, I'd actually encourage that. There are chances that you might go on the same missions again, you should know how far you can trust each other." The suggestion caused Notwen to get up from the crate, only to fall back due to the lingering effects of the Tsukuyomi. Soba placed his hand on his student's shoulder to restrain any further movements.
"Believe me, Notwen's intentions can be misunderstood by anyone who doesn't know his situation. Oasis, you should at least try to understand his feelings. said the chuunin, tired of everyone testing his student's loyalty. "And Vyrin, Lord Orasakai gave Notwen his shirt after treating the injury that became that scar on his torso. You heard him yourself, he said that Notwen could do anything he wanted with it. So would it be a crime if he decided to turn it into his forehead protector's cloth out of gratitude and resolve?"

Vyrin raised an eyebrow at the pair before laughing loudly, "First its because you want to punish his rudeness. Then you want to test his abilities. Now you want to say it was to test your abilities? Heh, even to so much as disgrace your dead family to justify your own actions." The boy simply shook his head, his body moving away to sit on the curve of the side walk. He was only still there cause he needed an answer from Kentaru. "Heh, and you are right. My dad did say do whatever he liked with the damn thing, but last time I check that didn't mean to replace the cloth of your country with it. You say gratitude and resolve? I see an act of loyalty and respect to the man that your Kage has deemed a terror to the country, whether justly or not is a different story." Vyrin said easily as he leaned back on the side walk and watched the group before him with cold eyes.

This really wasn't the situation he wanted to be in right now. In all truth, what he wanted most was to go hang out with Oasis but that plan was shot for certain. Sigh passed through the boy's lips as he thought about his opportunity lost to have some fun and make a new friend. But it was just his luck, he supposed. With a yawn, Vyrin stretched out his arms to either side before quickly bringing them in front of him in a defensive manner as a loud explosion sounded off in the distance.

-56 Hours Earlier-

Her sobs echoed and howled in the night sky of the desert. It was almost enchanting and poetic as her grief seemed to turn the sands themselves with each trembling moan. The moon shone bright over head and it's glow made the seem sparkle with an eerie calm.

A young girl. Naked and alone, laid curled on the cool sands by herself. Her long blond hair dressed along her body, the strands just barely covering the bare nipples of her growing breasts. Slowly he brought a hand to her face and again heart shattering moan of pain and grief ripped through the sky.

The girl was surrounded by blood. The blood of others, many others. Each and every one of them, laid around her sand mound that she herself laid on. Each and every one of them, left drained of every ounce of their blood as they reached out to her as if she was a longing goddess of their desires. She was a fire to behold and they were the moths that foolish touched and were killed for their affection.

When the sobbing had ended and the mad laughter had begun was a time that no person would ever know. The girl had begun playing with the blood. Gathering it. Grabbing it. Pooling it. Bathing in it. Playing in it. Touching and Experimenting with it. But regardless of what she with it, the blood never stained her. It never hardened and grew rusted against her body. Simply rolled off her, tickling her affectionately before pooling around her body.

Finally quieting down into a hushed chuckle, the girl raised to a stand and glanced around her. Her eyes were shaded from sight from a hood, the hood made of the blood that had once pooled around her. The blood had clothed her body with a single bloody hood that turned cape and protected her fragile form but did not hid it very well...

With the blood moving and dancing at her wish and command, the girl smiled happily to herself. Picking up one foot after another she began to walk through the desert sands with an awkward pace and a darkened face.

-Present Time-

The flames of the building flickered against her the glass around her but not in her eyes. Her eyes stayed dark and cold as she watched the destruction unfold before her. The people ran and screamed, some were even alight with pain of the flames on their body. But there was no blood. No blood from them. The flames had taken that away.... What had she done to cause such a horrible thing? Ah, that was right. The blood had pierced that metal contraption that was all cylinder shaped and had a white and yellow symbols on it. What had that meant? Did it mean that destroying would cause fire? She would have to be weary of that in the future. She wanted blood not burns.

With a ginger step, the girl stepped foreword once and then again and again until her awkward movements created a stride. The cape and hood of blood trailing after her as the excess blood pooled and separated repetitively around her. Always escaping and returning to the cape, enjoying its short lived freedom in the air by forming into demented forms and faces; skulls and screaming bodies, images of destruction and deformities, pain and cruelty was all that the blood knew to show and so long as it gave birth to more blood, that was all the girl cared for.

Stopping for a moment, the cape shifted and the blood pooled to her left side. Within moments a large, bloody arm formed and swung itself to smash into the building near by. The wood and cement broke easily against its force and the form caved into itself with a sickening sound. The muffled cries of people inside were only just barely audible.


"The ******** is that...? Is this what you're thinking of fighting Sai with??" Vyrin growled as he rose quickly to his feet, his gun and sword ready in either hand as he half glared at Kenta in disgust and question. His face scrunched up as the smell of burning bodies and blood filled his nose. It was the markry town all over again.
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Kenta hadn't really been paying enough attention to Vyrin to really be aware that a question had been asked, but when the noises of terror began to spread he took a long breath and brought his hand up, slipping a toothpick between his lips and biting down on it. Terror and destruction, that sounded like the sort of thing that Said might unleash on their village because he had gotten tired of waiting for him to show up and battle him for the information. Honestly, he had already been given enough information about him to not be concerned about what village he called home anymore. He took a long breath as he stared forward at whatever this horrifying creature was and blinked slowly as Vyrin suddenly started speaking up, accusing him of having started all of this commotion.

He rolled his eyes, "Idiot. If whatever the ******** that is was something I had enough control over to send it into battle against anyone, I wouldn't have it wandering the streets." He took a long breath and drew his sword out of it's sheath, "Besides, who would keep a monster like that around? That's just asking for trouble." He remained calm in this situation, his eyes shooting over to Vyrin for a moment, "You should run off to Sai. I can't guarantee your safety, and since you aren't of this village, I don't expect you to stay and fight."

The girl suddenly shot from the ground at an amazing speed. Her hooded cloak became two grapnels that clung to the edge of the roof he was on. The smell of blood intensified as she drew nearer, then became unbearable as her bare feet touched down on the rooftop.
"...Help.... Save.... Me." said the strange naked girl in a voice no higher than a whisper. Notwen averted his gaze so he wouldn't be looking at her directly. He had studied the cloak with his sharingan long enough to tell that it was held together by unreal amounts of chakra.
"Who are you little girl?" asked the genin. There was something about this girl that didn't make sense to him. She's so frail, yet she's able to jump that high?!
Notwen assumed a battle position, preparing for any other surprises that the weird girl might have in store for him. Notwen's body ignited with the blue flames of Endymion. With this girl, Notwen had to be extra careful.

The girl was too quick for Notwen to react in time. He put his arm up in front of him reflexively, only to have the blood harden and cut four gashes in his arm.
"AAAAAGH!!!" cried the genin in agony. This girl was way too much for him to handle on his own. He watched as Oasis dash past him and put out the fire from the building across the street. She began helping those wounded by the fire. Her actions were justifiable, but couldn't she tell that this enemy was too much for a genin to handle? Putting the thoughts of this betrayal aside, Notwen turned his attention back to the blood-cloaked girl. He had to think of something fast, before he became too wounded.