Akiko turned around, sending Yomei a mildly impressed, mildly disgusted look. Who tf would harm themselves during battle. Akiko shook her head in disbelief, why did she always get the stupid ones?

Yomei brushes off Akikos inner monologue and pulled out a kunai and shuriken in each hand, turning on his sharingan and watching every move that Akiko did while taking down the chunin from the presumed Otogakure village. It wasn't hard to miss that symbol anywhere.

+1 INT

<skill lvl up>

Observation - <D:5> {lvl:9}
Use your fickle, feeble mind to come up with an exponential amount of theories, guesses and whatever else you may call Shane Dawson shit like that.

LUK: + 49%
INT: +50%
Success rate: 9%

Yomei scanned the area with his eyes, making sure his spiky bangs covered his eyes as he counted each shinobi on the playing field. Three low chunin level shinobi on the left of us, Yomei counted, his eyes lurching back into the contact zone. Four high chunin and a Jonin level ninja hiding in the forest.

How peculair, Yomei mused, his eyes locking on to the Jonin hiding away from everyone. He froze when he saw her excited green eyes glaring holes at him, a disturbing smile planted on her face. He took that moment to take a glance over her appearance, shoulder length light grey hair and two mysterious scarlet dots on her forehead instead of eyebrows.

He narrowed his eyes down on her uniform, unlike the lackeys that were currently surrounding his sensei like rabid coyotes she was hidden safely in the shadows, watching and observing from afar. He immediately devised through his sharingan that she had an impressive chakra prowess, her purple fighting robes not being the only thing differing from the lackeys.

He quickly pegged her down as a Kaguya clan member. He remembered flicking through all the known clans in the elemental nations and stumbling across this one. He knows why he was so intrigued by it, their rare bloodline trait Shikotsumyaku tells it all.

+4 INT

He silently broke their prolonged stare, ignoring the familiar feeling in his gut as he swerved back round to face his sensei and the seven chunin levelled ninja. He didn't stop to ponder that the girl by now had noticed his sharingan, right now it was the matter of life and death. Not only did he have to protect the damned merchant but he also had to keep his family, his teammates safe. He'll be damned if he doesn't.

He lifted his head up, pinning down the low levelled jutsu that the nin was about to spit out. "Suiton: Mizu Perreto!" The ninja shouted out, his chakra pumping through the water style jutsu. Yomei's eyes widened once he caught a gist of what was happening, running out of his position and pushing his sensei to the ground.

<new jutsu gained>

Mizu Peretto <D:3>{lvl:1}
An enhanced Uo Tsuba, instead of a stream, it is a bullet that impacts the enemy at high speed with blunt force,and it is roughly about the size of a fist.

Success rate: 8%
VIT: +48%
-100 CP per thirty seconds

"Watch out!" He grimaced, his blazing red eyes ignoring his sensei's shocked ones. At least he has an alabi for it now, nothing screams sharingan like a near death of a teammate. "There's a parasitic decoy in his chakra system, there's someone at work here and I think I have an idea of who it is!"

Yomei's eyes naturally gravitated over to the still smiling girl, he noticed how she was slightly hopping forward on her leg as if she was unable to contain her excitement. If the shit eating grin on her face didn't say it all then her posture certainly did. Her face was beaming and Yomei has ablsolutly no clue why.

Yomei sat up quickly, leaving his sensei on the ground and quickly copying the exact hand signs the chunin did just moments before. "Suiton: Mizu Perreto!" he called out, spitting it at the chunin in front of him. The chunin looked into Yomei's red eyes in shock, flopping emptily onto the floor in a heap of mass. The Oto shinobi's eyes stared into the sky with a glassy haze, his last vision a picture of Yomei, eyes blazing as red as magma.

Yomei grimaced at his first kill, pulling out his sensei's tanto that was selectively paced on the side of her hip. He wielded it with a grace of a Kunoichi, swiping it backwards as he tried to distinguish which way was better to hold. Akiko was still frozen on the floor, her legs haven given up on her. Yomei's eyes blazed red as he flashed through the five chunin, his new attained tanto slashing left and right, the only thing visible a flash of scarlet red eyes. He didn't have time for theatrics then and there.

Weapon wielding: +1

<Object gained>

Akiko's tanto- <D:6>
An ANBU's tanto- an insignia of Konoha's ANBU unit engraved on the hilt.

DMG: -50 (direct hit varying between 10-100)

-100 SP

Yomei ended on the ground in a crouched position, all the chunin behind him being sliced and diced into pieces in no less then a second. Yomei felt like sighing, guess the six years of hard work finally payed off. He was going to need it if he wanted to even remotely live through the upcoming shinobi war. What he wanted to be was an S class ninja so no one would fuck with him.

He wanted to be someone that even the Akatsuki would be hesitant on getting on his bad side. He was going to need a foul reputation to protect his home, his friends. And if he had to be a killer to do so, so be it.

He let the bodies drop on the floor, closing his eyes in repentance before standing up and turning to his sensei, his three wheeled sharingan blazing for the first hokage to see. "S-sharingan" his sensei whispered in awe? Confusion? Was that a slight sense of fear mixed in her voice?

<skill lvl up>

Observation - <D:5> {lvl:10}
Use your fickle, feeble mind to come up with an exponential amount of theories, guesses and whatever else you may call Shane Dawson shit like that.

LUK: + 49%
INT: +50%
Success rate: 10%

Yomei nodded and approached her hesitantly, holding his hands up and dropping her tanto on the floor to show no harm. He approached her like a stray kitten, he knew he was damn good but he wasn't on ANBU level. "You have the sharingan!" She hissed out, her eyes narrowing on Yomei's face.

Damn, she thought. She knew he was a prodigy but she didn't know he was a fucking Uchiha! Damn bastard, who did he think he was keeping this to himself? A normal person?

Yomie nodded abashedly, wishing his face not to go a bashful pink at his sensei's words. "How long have you known- how long have you had those eyes?" She asked- no, demanded.

Yomei scratched the side of his neck, oblivious to the outside world. "Just a month or so..." he really didn't think this part out. He literally just messed up his entire plan of action. "A month!" She heaved, her chesty breathing getting louder. "You had them for a damned month and didn't even tell me! You moron! I'm your sensei for Christ's sake, I'm supposed to help you deal with this shit!"

Yomei had the decency to look shocked for a moment. He didn't know that was the reason she wanted to know. "I'm sorry sensei it's just that I-"

A loud scream sounded in the air, both genin and Jonins heads swinging around in shock. Yomei teared up at the sight, his vision going a blinding red for a second before fading away. "Keiko!" He yelled, sprinting over to the sight and immediately impaling the last Oto chunin in the neck, twisting it in harder before shoving the shinobi out of the way.

Yomei paused, tears welling up in his eyes. "K-Keiko!" His voice broke, unable to comprehend what he saw before him. Before him was a pale merchant, still huddled behind two Konoha genin. Stone looked worse for ware, his face a stark white as he looked on, his gaze focused solely on the mangled body that is Keiko.

Yomei trembled slightly, reaching an arm out before pulling it back in, staring down at Keiko's dismantled body in shock. Keiko's legs were unsightly, twisted in a way that no leg was meant to be twisted. Blood encased her whole leg, a jarring wound on her forehead letting more blood out of her system. She was whiter then both the merchant and Stone put together, her face losing its once blushed cheeks.

Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, her breathing only being heard in slight, pained breaths. "This is why we need a fucking medic nin," Yomei hissed out weakly, pulling Keiko into his arms, flinching once he heard her pained hitch.

"I'm sorry, Keiko this might hurt a bit," he whispered to her, ripping off a piece of his top and tying it to both legs to stop the blood flow. He pressed down on her necks pressure point, trying to release her of her pain. He knew it was bad for the injured to go to sleep but he couldn't bare the pained, twisted look on her face while awake. It was slightly less pained in her sleep so he dealt with it.

He turned around to the merchant, his eyes flashing an unsightly red. "Where's the nearest healer," he hissed out, ignoring the fact the merchants twisted moustache was dropping down to his mouth from the sweat.

"T-the nearest h-healer?" He inquired, his face blooming an ugly red as he got up to his feet shakily. "It is your mission to escort me to my village, you mindless tool." He gained his wits back, poking Yomei in the chest with a short, stubby finger, a grimace appearing on his wrinkled face. "You will take me back to my village." He proclaimed, shaking like a leaf.

He started to break out into a sweat when Yomei glared down at his finger, snarling at him in fury. "If you don't get that finger out of my face you won't be the only one dead." He narrowed his eyes, pushing the merchant away with a swift kick to the shin, sending him stumbling away. He turned around and sent a pleading look to his sensei who was only now getting up, an unknown emotion brewing in her eyes as she looked at her students' welfare.

He manoevered around carefully, stepping up to the merchant and spitting in his face. "If you don't tell me the nearest healers place I swear to god, I will bring a jashinite here myself and take great pleasure in watching you suffer." Stone got up shakily, walking over to his sensei who was looking on sternly.

The merchant glanced behind Yomei and into the forest where the now dead shinobi came from, not missing Yomei's keen eyes. He turned to look at Akiko and then glanced down at Keiko's body apprehensively. He stared down at the girl who saved his life uncertainly, only moving his resolve of steel when Akiko herself picked up her bloodied tanto and pressed it against his throat.

"Nearest. Healer. Now," she hissed out, digging the tanto into his neck. The merchant gulped, throwing his eyes up to heaven as if asking for redemption. He nodded slowly, and when Akiko pulled the tanto off his neck he moved and told them the nearest healers place, attempting to get away before Stone blocked his path with a malicious look in his eye.

"Where do you think you're going?"