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"Talk about oblivious..." He mutters, shaking his head, as he slides the Sword of the Lost Soul back into it's shealth at his back. As soon as he had slid his weapon into it's sheath, he had almost literally vanished into the grass that was behind him. Frowning, he moved through the grass slowly once again, wondering where to look, since this whole waiting thing led to someone trying to tag him, and then running away. Frowning, he moves silently through the grass, trying not to shift any of it's blades so much as to reveal his position. This could be a rather long game considering the fact that there were so little people playing, and such a large area to play in.
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Akai continues moving through the grass itself, as he circles around. Using a jutsu... Hmm, I'll look at it, and find out what's going on.. He couldn't smirk, as of present, but if he could, he would be doing just that. Half emerging from the grass itself, Akai brings his gaze onto the mass of clones, moving about the grass now. Hmm... Making a series of hand signs, he points a hand at a group of clones, as small hail stones shoot from no where, out of his palm, using the Shards of Winter Technique, and attempts to pierce each of the bodies, reguardless of if it was a clone, or the actual ninja. As soon as the technique was launched, Akai was back within the grass again, moving about slowly and invisibly.
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[Though you never actually said you tagged Akai... I don't care, I need to train with him elsewhere :/]

Frowning, Akai vanishes into the grass, soon emerging at the pool of water, where they were instructed to go. And with that, he sat down, before waiting for the game to end. He didn't want to get mixed up with any of the other players in the grass, after all.
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Hayate smirked a bit as he might as well try and play with her rules. He would find it rather unfair that he could fly and she could not. He landed about 6 feet in front of her, "So than Tebaya, this good enough?" He asked as his hands were crossed across his chest. He knew that he was some what velnerable in a taijutsu match, but he needed to learn to overcome his adverseties and get better at fighting hand to hand. He was mainly a ninjutsu shinobi. He wanted to become a genjutsu shinobi since he had the power of the benimaru on his side, but that would take some time before he could become a genjutsu artist.

Zetsu, Slade removes himself from the boat and slowly begins moving through the tall grass that was the majority of the village surroundings. He smiles, always having been fond of the different types of plants, that were part of this village. He smiles, his odd yellow eyes peering out through the half closed jaws of his flytrap-like appendages. "It's good to be home..." He says, as if the past experiences had never happened. This was a good occasion, for him. Seeing as there were so many places to which he could go without a second thought in this place. Being the most active Grass Ninja, had both advantages, and disadvantages. Though he never seemed to notice them before now. Already, he could feel through the grounds and grass, that there were at one point, other shinobi amidst the grass around him. He shakes his head slowly. "Probably just some village kids, playing around now that they've become ninja." He chuckles, while he heads for the actual village. Once he reached it's walls, he turns and heads for the main entrance. "What do you plan for us to do here?" He asks himself, though oddly he doesn't receive a response. Soon rolling his shoulders in a shrug, Slade heads to his home. He had some must needed sleep to catch up on. This was annoying though. He had no one to greet him, no one to be happy that he was home. All he had was himself, which in itself, was a rather sad thing. Frowning slightly, Slade passes into the village and begins walking towards the center. His home lay somewhere in that area. Odd yellow eyes sweeped over the surrounding area as he moved about through this place to which he called home. As soon as he arrived home, he pushed open the door and walked inside, shutting it instantly behind him as he then drops down onto his bed. His flytrap-like appendages and his eyes as well.
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The sudden flames had caught swiftly, burning across the tall green grass of the village in even lines. Each flame licking at the next set of grass, in order to keep the pattern going. NO water could be found, not a spec in any area which caused most of Slade's village to be caught off guard. How could such a hated fire have been made, in order to consume his village like this? He would wonder, as he stood, using techniques he never knew he had in order to try and combat the flames. Though they were all forest, or grass based, they stood no chance against that of the raging fire that was now slowly engulfing the village. Slade turned his head to the side, watching as his village was burnt to the ground. Shinobi and civilian alike, each catching aflame and dropping to the ground in order to try and put the flames out. Of course they failed, for this was not a dream, it was a nightmare. As the last of his village began to burn away, Slade felt the lick of flame attacking his own body. The sinister flames make their way up his form, eating away as if it were alive, and slowly destroying him completely. It was a painful feeling, but a feeling none the less. He shock himself, trying to rid himself of the flames, as panic enters his mind. Soon, when his body was fully engulfed he blacked out. Awakening with a start, his eyes snap open, only to see blackness. Though his mind slowly registered why he could not see, and in turn, his flytrap-like appendages snapped open, in order to reveal the light of the day, or at least what could be seen from within his small home. That was insane. He could still feel the lick of the flames against his body, and he knew it was all fake. It wasn't some hostile attack, with a swift glance out the window, he knew he was still home, and his village was fine. Was it a sign? Or some sort of genjutsu, proving to actually be an attack from an outside force. No, probably not. He did not dream, which was probably the main reason he had been a little thrown off by this one. He shakes his head slowly, trying to rid himself of the dream he had just had. His odd yellow gaze turning to look upon a letter that had been slid under his door. Standing slowly from his bed, he walked over and bent down, to scoop it up. Ripping it open slowly, so as not to damage the contents within, Slade pulls a letter free, opening it and slowly reading over it's contents. A wedding? I suppose we could attend... He thinks, as he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. It couldn't hurt, deffinately.. His light side then thinks, as Slade reads the letter over again, and then tosses it behind him in a crumpled ball. Turning around, he strips of his current clothing and dons a plain black suite. Retrieving a leaf green tie from a drawer he slips it around his neck, and then ties it simply. His suite, and tie, were made specifically to fit easily around the flytrap-like appendages that were around his head. He raises a hand, attempting to tidy his hair, though it fails instantly. With a slight shrug, he turns back around and exits through the main door. Slowly walking towards the docks. He had memorized the destination he had to make. It was around Hidden Magic, which should make it easier. He sighs slightly, wondering how this wedding would be, and who may be there when he arrived. Though of course, his main concern was whether he would be late and not be able to enter, or not. What if he was? Would he simply turn back and head home. Maybe learn something useful along the way, while he was on the boat. He shrugged, probably not. After all, he was normally not that lucky. Past events proved just that. He sighs and continues walking through his village his odd yellow eyes keping a close watch, for signs of a fire. He was still a little paranoid about his dream, though it was slowly fading form his mind. With a slight roll of his shoulders, Slade boards a ferry and heads off, towards the Wedding, hoping he was not too late upon arrival. That would not look to good, after all it wouldn't show all too much class. He shakes his head slowly at the thought.
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Slowly, the plant like form of a large fly-trap grew from the ground up beside Yuan. As soon as it was a little over man sized, it opened enough to reveal the upper body of Slade. "What are you searching for...Eh?" Slade asks, raising an eyebrow slightly, as he crosses his arms across his chest and smirks slightly. He had a few guesses, but this was a much easier thing to do. Simply appear from the ground itself, and ask this question. Knowing full well that he was currently in the advantage, being that this was his village. And he could control most of what went on around here. Smirking still, he waits for Yuan's reply to his simple question.
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"A good question..... I can assist you, but I do not plan to be a marked man.." Slade says, frowning slightly as he crosses his arms across his chest. He remained in the safty of his fly-trap like appendages, more as because it was easier then moving. Instead of it simply being for a defensive purpose. "What exactly did you get yourself into?" His light side in perticular asks as Slade raises an eyebrow slightly. This was after all, something that would be helpful in knowing. Since it would determine a few things as of future events. Either way, he could house Yuan in his village for a while, until things cooled down. Though if this place were to be attacked, it would be left on Yuan's head. He resists a chuckle, as he waits for a response.
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