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"Well It was a good show" Seita chuckled at the young lady yelling at what appeared to be her boyfriend as she attempted to motivate the soon to be confrontation between the three. " Dont worry im not in the mood for it.. Plus the food has gotton cold." He blew a slow breath at the hot plate in his hands as the food chilled slightly as if it had ben in the refrigerator for a few minutes. "If you're not a ninja I would love to train you" Seita became blunt. If Musica truelly had no idea of his potential, Seita could help him grow, and in turn make an ally for his future plans. "Im not the best around but I plan on it. Well.. I plan on Being the best.. A normal Ninja's dream" Not exactly what Seita planned on doing but it was too soon to trust Musica. For now he said what he felt Musica needed to hear. After a few ugly looks Seita placed his now cold food on a nearby chair and nodded towards the monitor on the other end of the room. " Lets change the scenary." He started to walk away from the monitor they had ben stationed when a strange man entered the room. "Huh? Music Boi?" Seita looked at Musica. "A friend of yours?" The man appeared drunk by the looks of it. Maybe it was an old friend or relative of Musica, No matter what the answer Seita was determined to find out. Their was something about Musica that didnt sit right, and at the same time, It was as if he knew him from long ago. A past life perhaps.

Oasis smiled and dusted herself off "Okay, Oasis did her best. I hope that you feel better now." she states with a smile on her face before walking away from the two. Some odd new character had entered into the area and she was wondering who he was. Oasis was also sort of bored and needed something else to do. She was waiting for Hatsuma to show back up as well so she didn't know what else she should be doing anyway. So she wandered across the room to take a seat back where she could look out at the fights which were supposed to have ended, or be ending really soon, she wasn't entirely clear on the details.

Saikoro grumbled loudly to himself, his free hand pulling at the skin of his face in a tired motion as he pulled the half drained vodka bottle to his lips and chugged a bit more of its contents down his gullet. He could hear the rumbling in the background of the other VIP members as they discussed something along the lines of a poison before their voices were drowned out by the calling on the PA system for the final matches of each block. "But I haven't even gotten a buzz yet.." He murmured to himself before pulling his sunglasses out from what should have been his kunai holster. With slow hands he pushed them on the bridge of his nose and pushed them securely back onto his face, dimming the light of the room on his eyes instantly. "Feels like I skipped the whole fun process of drinking and went straight to the hang over... God my head is banging..." The man murmured rather loudly as he raised himself from the couch and exited the room after Hayato himself.

Kyu put his hand into a chakra-focusing seal, and concentrated his energy to his face. His face burned for a moment, like it was shocked with electricity, but then his senses grew sharp and exact. His eyes dilated until his pupils took up the majority of his eye-space to absorb much visual information as humanly possible. His sense of smell was on-par with the greatest hunting animals on earth. More importantly, the selachimorph electro-sense nodes on his face were awakened, and began to send all sorts of information from the people around him.

Every person in the stadium created their own unique signal. Every time they made a motion, Kyu could feel it with his electroreceptors. However, it wasn't the crowds that he wanted to focus on, it was the two ninja on the battlefield. He focused his senses to the battlefield until the rest of the stadium was just ambient, low-volume static. Now, he could see what others couldn't on the snow-clouded field of battle.

Saikoro was still drunk as a skunk out there. His movements were loose and undisciplined, just as before. Kyu felt Saikoro raise his glass up to Hayato, then put the bottle up to his lips again. Just as he did in Kyu's last match, Saikoro began the match acting with behavior unbecoming of a shinobi. He shuffled his feet in the snow, and knocked some of it off the edge of the platform he stood on. As if unaware that he was in a fight, he plopped down and took a seat at the edge of the pillar.

Kyuzaku watched with anticipation when the first attack was made by Hayato. While he appeared to be stretching for some Taijutsu, he was actually putting together a string of carefully made hand seals. Kyu was unsure what ninjutsu Hayato used, but it seemed to create a response from Saikoro. The man slipped off the edge of the pillar towards the stormy waters below.

Falling from that distance and into waters like the ones at the bottom of the arena made it impossible to use the Art of Water Walking. Even if he managed to land in the water, the force of impact would likely break every bone in his legs. Without those, he'd be pulled below the surface and drown in an instant! While Kyu was on the edge of his seat at the move, the freefaller seemed less than worried about falling a distance like that.

Saikoro took a swig from his bottle, and his other hand reached around behind his head. In an instant, Saikoro threw out his arm did an insane rotation, just before stopping dead in midair. Kyu puzzled over the action for just a moment (as he couldn't see the sword, as it doesn't create electrical pulses). When Saikoro bounced up and took a seat again, the sharky genin made a realization, "It was his sword, dur..."

Kyu had a bad feeling about this fight. Saikoro, so far, seemed more 'playful' than before. So much as to gamble his life on a freefall. One wrong move, and he would have hit the water with enough force to kill himself.

"If he can d**k around with Hayato that much... Hayato doesn't stand a ghost of a chance when Saikoro gets serious with the fight... For his sake, I hope the kid doesn't land a hit."

Nova awoke to a group of shinobi scattered around the VIP room that he really didn't know. He rubbed his eyes as he stood up and let out an obnoxious yawn, letting his arms streach themselves out makeing his back crack causeing a sort of relief. "Damn how long have i been out?" He then clanced around the room looking to see if anyone was looking at him hopeing not because he didn't mean to be an attention seeker. As he glanced at the faces he came across a familure one. The boy aws dark skinned and had blond hair and was also one of the two people who he had become friends with. He walked over with excitement in his step. "Hey Notwen!" He said with cheer in his voice. "How did your match go?" He asked hopeing that he had won.

Notwen's head jerked around upon hearing his name. Scanning the area behind himself quickly, the dark-skinned blonde spotted Nova coming towards him.
"Nova?!" he asked, surprised to see the genin come out of the woodwork. "Where were you this whole time?" Once Nova had gotten closer, Notwen began to talk in a decent tone, not too loud, but not too low either. "Well as for my match, i just lost my quarter-final against Takera Uchiha." The crippled Uchiha spotted trace amounts of yellow crust on the corners of the young boy's eyes. He's been sleeping the whole time! I wouldn't be surprised if he missed every other fight that was going on. It was at that time that Notwen noticed yellow flashes of movement on one of the monitors. What the hell....!?
It was a small rodent-like creature wearing a sword that was too big for it on its back. The creature then unsheathed the sword and tossed it from hand to hand as if it were weightless. That's... One of the Legendary Seven Swords of the Mist! This must be the guy i've been hearing whispers about this whole time. The dark-skinned blonde kept watching as the yellow rodent tossed the sword over to Hayato, who refused to use it. This seemed to have struck a nerve in the rodent, for rage overcame its brief show of sadness. Red eyes replaced the innocent brown ones as it summoned a tidal wave and rode it down on the pillar, while at the same time summoning a bolt of thunder from the heavens. When the electrified water had cleared, Notwen was surprised to see a wall of stone standing in the way and Hayato jumping from behind it to launch his next attack. "Wow. That Hayato kid's good." he whispered to himself. "Oh yeah! Nova, there's another new genin from the village i want you to meet." With that said, Notwen waved Ishinon over.

"The... hell... am... I... watching?" Kyu said slowly, sitting back in his chair. The introduction of a rodent-shaped animal made this match... interesting... to say the least. It moved about, and seemed to be able to handle Kubikiribōchō like a baton. Its voice pierced through the storm; it screeched in tounges only a demon would understand. Each movement of the mouse after that was just as random, just as insane.

Kyu truly couldn't comprehend what he was witnessing. All he could figure was that Saikoro... or Sai... was humiliating Hayato in his own, twisted way. Kyu couldn't watch this slapstick powershow anymore. Kyu turned off his sense enhancing jutsu, and got up from his seat.

For just a moment, Kyu became lightheaded from the sudden movement and change of senses, he held himself steady with the seat in front of him. His eyes opened, and he looked into the dense blizzard, just as the sounds of crashing waves and roaring thunder drowned his hearing. After that, everything was very silent, ignoring the ambient sounds of a raging blizzard.

Skill wise... personality wise... he's how I assume Sai would be. There are still a few missing pieces to this puzzle. All I need is another clue, and the mystery would fall apart. Kyu took one last look at the storm before turning about face and leaving his row of seats. The silence made it seem like the game was over, and they'd be calling the match's outcome very soon.

Kyu walked up a stair or two, then stopped. From the corner of his eye, he caught a familiar character. The fishy ninja glanced sideways, and saw Notwen and a few other ninja chatting inside the VIP room just a short walk away. Kyu shrugged his shoulders, then headed towards it.

He stepped up a few more stairs, and walked a short distance to get to the door. The genin stopped at the door, and leaned against it with his elbow, gazing around at the other ninja in the room. He then meandered over to the window and spoke loudly to grab Notwen's attention, "Hey, bro. How'd your matches go?"

While the news of the apparently psycotic Ichimaru came as no surprise, the hairs on the back of Kyu's neck stood on end when he heard about the opponent Notwen had in his last match, "Takera Uchiha was Mr. Invisible? You don't say... I guess the plot thickens, huh?" Kyu resisted the urge to hunt down Mr. Mask and give him a royal beat-down until he came clean about his identity. Instead, he remained calm about the revalation. At this competition, freaking out was a bad, bad idea. Non-scheduled fighting would land him with either a hefty fine, imprisonment, or death! Worse yet, he might get looked down upon by the ninja community!

Kyu looked out of the glass at the swirling storm, "My first match was against a Hyuuga who used all Taijutsu named Jikku. I won that fight, then fought Saikoro Daisuke, the guy who's fighting that Hayato kid in the storm. In both fights, I made some key mistakes. Overall, I won the first fight because the guy simply couldn't fight me offensively, which left him with few options. In the second, I found myself between a rock and a hard place, so to speak. The attacks Saikoro was using against me were deadly and were breaking my defense. Either I died, or I died. Instead, I called a surrender." Kyu sucked on his teeth and surveyed what he could of the battle. He was surprised that there still wasn't a win/lose call on the match. Briefly, he glanced over at the Uchiha with cold, steely eyes and said, "Y'know, being poisoned didn't help either, bro. I owe you one for that."

Kyu looked back to the fight for a moment, then heard a familiar growl and a painful pull from his stomach. He ran his hand over his torso, and his face softened, "Aw crap... when was the last time I ate? I had a snack right before my battle with Saikoro. Hey, uh, bro... Is there any food around here? I'm starving, hehe."