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Fordon sprinted a few meters away from the kage as ordered. he was far enough away that his lord could act freely without Fordon getting caught in a powerful jutsu yet still close enough to provide aid. as the attack we deflected by the sphere of water Fordon considered the options. he was not strong enough in any element to be a threat espeacilly out here on the water. His taijutsu was all close range and would have no effect on a foe so massive and with such a tough shell. from his conversation with Lord Luo's father he recalled that the only weak point known of the turtle was its single great eye. His only chance to cause the demon any damage would be to hit that eye from up close. that plan would have to wait till there was an opening. the first thing he would have to do would be to blow a hole in the sphere of water to create an opening for his allies to attack. then the idea came to him. he looked to the anbu still within sight range and in a flick of hand signals known only to the mist anbu asked for all of the explosive kunai and exploding tags he had. the anbu threw ten kunai with un-activeated tags. Fordon caught each one and put them inside his pouch. the message Fordon had put out had made its way to other ninjas and soon fourteen more explosive kunai we in his hands. Fordon went over his idea in his head one more time. he would need he would need to be able to unleash thirty kunai at one time. even with both hands it would not be enough. he sighed and with the good of the village in mind cut off his shirt. not only did this reveal a well muscled form which he had been improving upon since he left the village but also the lines of stitches and scars that riddled his body. Fordon cracked his neck and glared at his opponent. true he may look like a freak or a monster to other people but it was for the village and more importantly for his lord that he fought. in this concentration another image of what he was fighting for touched his mind and without thinking he touched the symbol hanging from his neck. "for her" he muttered. then he adjusted his mask on his face with his left hand to pointlessly make sure that those scars were hidden from view. Then a large wave hit Fordon and swept him beneath the surface of the water. a moment later and with a little less chakra he emerged defiantly from the water and stood. it was time to make this monster pay.

Hizuma silently stacked sandbags along with the rest of the Academy students, still cursing himself inside of his mind for being too weak to do anything else.

"It's because we would die if we went out there," Mizutenma said to Yury. I kept staking the sandbags. He kept looking up at the sky waiting for the lightning to strike. He looked at the fight after he looked at the sky and saw the Sanbi still standing even after what they did to it. "The Sanbi is stronger than I thought," Mizutenma says to himself and gets back to stacking sandbags.

"Someone's cranky," Mizutenma said to himself. He could barely hear Varro. He liked the rain and didn't know why Varro said everyone's complaining. He kept hearing thunder and looked up when he heard it. Waves kept crashing into him which made him want to put the sandbags up more to stop knocked off his feet because of a wave.

Another bag was dropped down onto the wall, reaching overhead the muscles constricted in protest from the amount of work that was going into this simple task. For the untrained students who had not started to train their bodies and minds for more then the average person, this was a daunting task.

Varro continued to wade through the pain, as his body ached and cried for release from the strain of moving through the thickening mud, that seemed to engross his entire foot up at times to his ankle. When he lifted his leg, it was like trying to pull a small child who hugged onto them, refusing to remove itself. When he lifted each and every fifty or more pound bag at this point, his arms would lose feeling and even the idea of lifting it off the ground seemed like an exhausted effort. When Varro leaned over to take another sandbag in his hands he heard the sudden calm of the water. The waves stopped coming at them, and he turned to look to see what was causing this sudden eye in the storm. He was sensitive to the sheer amount of chakra that was used just in that moment, and he stood straight to watch. Maybe it was over... his entire being hoped for this to be finalized.

"what do we do now?"