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Musica's eyebrow raised under his mask as the third ninja made his way into the fight. The Mist ninja recognized him from the Chunin Exams, but only in passing as one of the fighters from Lightning. A wave of worry washed down his spine for Sai, thinking that a two on one fight had multiple way of ending badly. As Musica played those multiple ways in his head, he was surprised to see Notwen attack the third ninja. Musica winced when the clone burst into flame from the man's strike, more from sympathetic pain than anything else. A blow like from a Gentle Fist user would detrimental to a ninja's chakra, even if it was sent to the shinobi through a clone. Even Musica couldn't see Notwen from where he hid, he was certain that any attack he tried now would exhaust him. Being someone who was rather fond of using ninjutsu, Musica never cherished the idea of being locked from his jutsus. What stuck out to Musica, however, was that Sai was hardly a participant in this fight. While Notwen sent more clones to engage in the Lightning ninja, forcing him to move at blurring speeds to dodge, the redhead pondered the logic. It could have been just bad timing that the third ninja showed up, kind of like how it was that Notwen showed up. Musica was willing to accept that. What the Genin didn't understand, however, was why these two were fighting each other. By all reason, even Notwen blew this out of proportion, both of the Lightning shinobi should be fighting Sai, not each other. Musica took another look at the battle below, zooming in on the visible combatants with his Heikougan. For all appearances, Sai was sitting there, curled into a small ball with his furled wings. The entire time, than man had done nothing but defend from possible attack. Musica deepened his crouch as a second gust of wind came from Sai's wings, knocking the young man's hood back and almost knocking the young man from the roof. Musica changed his focus to the third ninja, just barely able to keep up with his movements as he weaved in and out of the clones. While this man was doing more attacking than Sai, none of it was unprovoked. Like Sai, this man looked like he was just defending himself and his friend from an attacker.

Before Musica could go over the rest of the details, or find the real Notwen, the air was suddenly clouded over with a thick fog. Being from Mist, Musica had no real problem making the shapes of the fighters in the cloudy atmosphere. But there was something odd about this fog. Musica closed his eyes and reached out into the fog with his senses, trying ti pinpoint this sensation. It was a jutsu created fog; Musica knew that already. But there was this essence to it, this feeling as if it were a living thing of it's own. A steady pulse beat against Musica's extended chakra senses, ba-bump, ba-bump. Like a heart beat. Musica's eyes widened and his senses retracted as the fog coalesced into the more tangible form of a giant. The young man was astounded with the sheer size of the thing. Musica glanced down to there his brother stood. Rodah nodded and, as the giant was still rising, Musica pushed chakra to his eyes in haste. His Heikougan started to rapidly spin, nothing more than a whirl of black and behind his mask. Rodah's body burst into an orb of black and white energy, and flew like a comet to Musica. The young man's body glowed faintly with the same light for moment, just as the giant raised it's arm up. Below, the onlookers screamed and started to run away in a panic. Musica shamelessly followed suite as the giant's arm came down, releasing a wave of water that destroyed any building it crashed into. The young man jumped from the building he was on as his perch started to crumble, landing on the next one. Immediately that building would crumble and he would instantly go to the next one, his cloak flapping in the wind. Musica looked down at the water and could feel the same presence as he did in the fog. He didn't want to know what would happen if he touched it, but judging by the people who were too slow to get out of the way, he guessed that it couldn't be good. Musica landed on a building that was far away enough that the giant's attack didn't reach it, turning to face the fight again. Without the zooming of his Heikougan, the only thing he would have been able to see was the hulking form of the giant. But, then again, other than Sai and the Lightning ninja, that's all there was to see. The young man watched as whatever buildings near the giant that it didn't collapse crumbled and fell to the ground as a large tremour shook the ground. Musica stared at the fight, his cloak and red pony-tail flapping in the breeze, a sudden desire to go home washing over his body.

Sorain landed safely on the pavement directly behind the water creature after the conclusion of his last counter attack. All around him Sorain watched as the giant summon crashed against innocent villagers home and shops, the likes of which were many folk lively hood. "I thought I was supposed to be the bad guy?" Sorain thought to himself as he quickly began to anylize the situation in search of his next course of action. Obviously this water summon was the creation of who ever it was that had sent the clones out to attack him. Which meant that rather than go toe to toe with the beast and waste not only his own time, but risk even more unwanted damage to the town, Sorain figured that it would be better for him to locate the source of the jutsu.

Through his Byakugan eyes, Sorain traced the source of the summon's chakra, all the way from its large shoulders, down to a coiling tail that ended by a single humanoid figure located just in the concealment of a near by roof. Instantly knowing that this was his true foe, Sorain changed his course, heading directly down the center of the town towards the building without hesitation or restraint. Just as he was approaching the front of the building Sorain curled down into a crouch before exploding into a leap, sending him high up and above the roof itself. As his body soared through the crisp night air, the sound of Sorains fur lined jacket fanned in the wind like a bird leaving its perch. Tilting his body forward, Sorain took a gentle fist stance in mid air. "Five palms!" he yelled as his body rapidly changed from an upward leap to a downward strike, landing two solid blows to his enemies shoulders followed by two to the neck and one directly in the center of his chest. "Ten palms!" he continued with two open handed strikes over his left and right lung, he then curved his index and middle fingers down so that only the middle knuckles of each hands were extended. Using them, Sorain quickly attacked the victims temples before finishing with an uppercut from the lower end of his right palm. "Twenty Palms!" Sorain continued his assault with ten swift strikes towards his targets rib cage, with each strike his arms snapped rapidly against his targets chest before whipping back to strike again. "Forty Palm Sweep!" Sorain finished his assault by repeating the entire series once more, thus doubling the amount of damage that he dealt out.

Without even giving his opponent time to breathe Sorain returned with another combing attack. Spreading his hands open and slinging them back, Sorain's hands began to become surrounded in blue spiraling mist. As the mist continued to circle, Sorains entire body began to radiate a deep coldness that crept onto his opponents skin, creating chills. In an instant, Sorain tightened his grip into a fist, resulting in the spiraling like aura to become harnessed into his hands. "Fear the mighty hands of the Hyuuga!" Sorain snarled before unleashing another full twenty point barrage on the enemy, each strike hitting more devastating than the least and each strike specfiically targeting his enemies pressure points in an attempt to not only disrupt his chakra flow, but to potentially cancel out jutsu that were currently active, specifically, he hoped, the massive water summon.

From the moment Notwen witnessed Calcifer get knocked back he knew that Rizu was no joke. The dark-skinned blonde turned around to see if the water embodiment was okay, and was relieved to see him get back up. Sadly, Calcifer's mind was too archaic to try and connect with, but the Chuunin understood that Calcifer had his best interest at heart.
Calcifer... I'm sorry... thought Notwen, closing his eyes and concentrating on all of his chakras. In a few moments all of the energy centers in his body began to spin at faster rates. I will not let your downfall be in vain! This technique's activation cost seemed to take more out of Notwen than it usually did because of whatever ailment Rizu had put on him earlier, but he did not mind. Memories of the time he lost his arm began to resurface. As Rizu barreled through Calcifer's last resort defense, Notwen's skin began to darken until it was nearly black and his hair went from dirty blonde to white. It was at that moment that the understanding of the full situation that had taken place since his Urajjo Chakra, the chakra of Understanding, was overtly active. What have i done... thought the Chuunin, at which moment Rizu began his strikes. The shoulder strikes landed, but Notwen's skin had toughened up. The pain was dulled enough to allow him to be able to knock away the strikes to his neck and a handful of others from finding their mark. However, over fifty blows landed on his body and the last one sent a cold sensation creeping into his chakra system. The three-eyed Uchiha held on to Rizu's wrist just before he had a chance to removes his hand from the last place he struck.

Above them, Calcifer's rings disappeared in a cloud of smoke and his frame sagged before collapsing on top of Notwen and Rizu. The sheer weight of the water falling on top of them brought Notwen down on one knee. It took the better part of one minute for all of the water that Calcifer had been composed of to finish falling and disperse into the surrounding village.
"Why...? Why didn't you help me take him down?" asked the dark-skinned blonde in a hoarse whisper. "Why did you attack me when it was clear who the true enemy was?..." The chuunin was wracked by a fit of coughing tainted with blood, but he held his ground and held Rizu in place. Notwen wanted some kind of explanation, even if it killed him.

At the Man's comment Saru had to turn her head and give him a very unsurprised look. Propping her head on her hand she sighed "Close, but no cigar. But I can see how someone as Smart as you could get the two confused" she muttered, putting emphasis on the word smart, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Although she was used to people comparing her to the animal, the sheer fact that they had to comment on something so obvious usually annoyed her. Or perhaps she was just tired of being told something that she already knew. Either way she watched the scene from afar, though she was unable to make out any of the fine details of the combatants, she could see basic movements and the glimmer of techniques used whenever the Chakra became visible.

When he continued to talk with her Saru grinned, an almost childlike grin as she thought about his question. Leaning back she glanced back over to the man and swung her legs back and forth before responding "My Parent's also told me to not listen to strangers, so does that mean I should be here?" Her golden eyes held a glimmer of her playful attitude, before she tilted her head to the side. Her mother was of course, dead, and her father might as well be..... but this man didn't have to know her life story. Plus is was just so much more interesting toying with people, especially in this form where she could get away with much more than if she were in her older form.

Her eyes were brought back to the fight when the huge monster fell, an obvious sign of who was garnering the upper hand in this battle. Saru was surprised though, for something so large, it didn't seem to put up much of a fight, and to be honest was kind of a let down. She sighed, obviously disappointed with the lackluster performance of the behemoth, although the tremors were still happening and with more intensity as time went on. It was almost as if the earth was a time-bomb, just waiting for the battle to reach it's crescendo. Turning her attention back to the man who sat beside her she spoke again, "Anyways Mister, what are you doing up here? And what's with the Mask?" It was obvious that it was only an imitation of an ANBU mask, and that he probably wasn't an actual ANBU, but she figured she would post the question regardless

'That power is seriously surging', Cruxis took a brief reading of the combat area in order to ascertain the danger before moving out of the area as fast as he possibly could. Yes he was a ninja, yes he was supposed to defend his village from threats; but he was only a kid - he knew he was far too outmatched to attempt an intervention on this power source. His fist instinctively grasped towards the address of his grandmother before bolting along the outskirts of the village in order to cross it.
'This is going to be difficult' he thought as he maneuvered carefully along the rooftops, attempting to avoid the fight as best as possible; placing up his perception filter genjutsu upon himself in order to avoid as much attention as possible. He knew for a fact that the powerhouses of this battle could easily destroy him with barely a motion. Avoiding them was the very best option if he could afford to do so.

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~ Traveling from Market Square to village, [then to Country] [ 9 / 20 ]

Saru watched the man, Since she couldn't really make out any details of the battle, she instead watched as he drew a (Not that great) image of the monster that had just fallen. She watched, taking a glance every now and then at the battle although it was a useless endeavor. Every now and then, the screams of the people who were caught in the torrent echoed throughout the shells of the now-destroyed building. The city in all had transformed from a serene and enjoyable town to something of nightmares. "Not too handy with drawing, huh" Saru commented offhandedly. When he responded to her smart a** comment she had to grin again, at least the guy was interesting. Listening to his retorts it was also obvious that despite his earlier comment about her being a monkey, he was a pretty astute ninja, something she respected in other ninja.

Crossing her arms again she raised an eyebrow, giving him a sly smile, "Well, if my parents told me to get to safety, than I AM listening to them, Not only that, if they said only not to listen to strangers and never said not to hang around them, then I am doing nothing wrong. " Saru was no idiot, and she knew how to work her way around technicalities. She had always been a calculating sort, it was the reason she often passed the written portion of the exams with the highest grades. His Smart a** comment annoyed her some, but she wasn't exactly being so forthcoming about herself anyways. As Ninja it would be almost silly to explain yourself to someone else. Noticing that the man was making a hand seal she watched curiously, and watch as he held up some of the water before touching it. She didn't know why he was so trepidatious, but it became obvious when he just stood there, looking to his hand. Getting up Saru boldly ventured closer, and managed to partially catch him when he fell to the ground clutching his chest.

She realized, that when he touched the water, where the fallen giant had been injured was where he had felt whatever pain had ailed him. Even with her Night vision, from this distance Saru could not make out any thing distinctive about the battle. Taking this opportunity while he was slightly stunned Saru pulled off the mask, her golden eyes spotting his odd eyes. In each iris was the shape of what resembled a Yin-Yang symbol. Before he fell though Saru reached out, catching him. The sudden action however, caused Saru's hitae-ate to fall from her vest, bouncing off the ground before falling with a "plop" into the water. "Damnit, that was a new one too.." Saru muttered, more upset at the fact that her new headband was now gone than the fact that her identity as a ninja had just been revealed to this mysterious man who she was currently holding.

Saru moved the man so he was face up, looking at her rather than over her knees. She was not a Medical ninja, although her teacher at one point had told her she had the capacity to become one. Instead she only knew crude field medicine that all Academy's teached Genin as a part of their coursework. She had no sort of Salve of Balm on her, so she leaned over and looked into his eyes, " Are you okay? Can you speak?" It was routine Field medicine procedure, to see how critical the situation was. Although Saru didn't know this man, he hadn't shown her any sort of aggressive actions and so she decided that if anything she should at least Try to help him.

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'Not your best idea,' Rodah chuckled slyly. 'Not gonna lie.' Musica growled under his breath, barely noticing as the weight of his mask as it came off. The pain in his chest was just under undearable. It felt as if a giant (a part of Musica laughed at the irony) shoved a spike through him entirely, and then ripped it back out, taking his heart with it. Like when his hand went through the same thing, he knew it wasn't real. He /knew/ for a fact it wasn't. But, every time he tried to convince his mind that, a painful throb erupted from his chest, just to prove him wrong. So, instead of trying to convince himself of it's nonexistence, he detached tried to detach himself from it. Slowly his vision extended and a thick black line surrounded it's edge, much like how a screen in a movie theatre looked. Musica felt as if he were watching everything as if it /was/ a movie in slow motion. The young man felt a presence at his side as he collapsed, something sturdy enough to keep him from plummeting. He slowly turned to his side, catching sight of the monkey girl, his expression vacant as he pushed the pain into the back round of his mind. Movement from the girl's jacket caught his attention. He watched as a ninja band fell from her pocket, the slow motion catching every detail, including the Cloud Village symbol. The band fell with a splash and Musica looked back at the girl, now with his head in her lap. An echo of suspicion rang dully through his thoughts. 'She isn't who she appears to be.'
Musica's Ying-Yang eyes meet the girl's gold one's, searching. In his detached state, it felt like he had an eternity to think, to ponder. The first thing he noticed were her eyes: the held more knowledge, more experience, than someone her age should have had. He had noticed it before, but it didn't really make sense at the time. Taking into consideration the headband that fell from her pocket, it made a bit more sense. If this girl was really a shinobi at her age, she would have more experience. Musica once heard a story where some thirteen year old kid in Leaf Country that became ANBU at age thirteen. But there were only ever a few cases like that in the world, give or take a couple of years between each prodigy. The last thing was that she was a bit stronger than someone her age should be, prodigy or not. If she hadn't caught him, Musica would have fallen from the roof and into the water below. A fate he didn't feel like tolerating right now. A young prodigy could fight someone who was older than them and had more muscle to them by redirection and thinking ahead. Not by meeting them bulk for bulk. Musica didn't have a lot of muscle on him, but he was a fairly tall person. Typically, someone this girl's age should have had a harder time supporting him than she did. But, maybe she was a Taijutsu prodigy. Who knew? Musica only had a theory, until he could prove it beyond a doubt.

Uncertainty irked Musica's mind as the pain in his chest slowly subsided. Focus came back into his eyes at the same rate, and his movie vision slowly receded. Musica looked at the girl's face, catching her worried expression. She was smart, he would give her that, turning around everything he was saying. Mentally, his smiled slowly as she asked if he was okay. His turn. “But the fact that you're talking to me right now, then you'd want a response.” He responded softly, his mental smile spreading into a small smile on his lips. He rose gingerly, making sure everything was working fine. “Which would mean you'd be listening.”

It appeared that no matter how hard Notwen tried to get rid of the ailments Rizu pot on him, even though he was sure he was able to overcome them, there was something that kept him from succeeding. The dark-skinned blonde's grip on Rizu's hand began to falter but he held on until he heard the other Chuunin's reasoning for siding with Sai. His body felt heavy and his chakra was close to completely diminishing. Notwen allowed his gaze to wander around the general area and was shocked to see the destruction he had caused in his frustration. About half of Gryu'jiong was a soaked wasteland. It looked as if a massive storm had wrecked the place. There were no villagers in the general area, but he could hear the moans of many from yards away.
What have i done? Notwen asked himself again, the bite of regret sinking deeper and deeper into his heart.