It was getting dark, nearing nighttime when Yoshi approached Shichiyou Second Street Eatery. The smell of the crab-cakes she had been told about was on the air, and as she brushed the cloth 'doorway' of sorts aside, she spotted a young man that seemed to be praying about something, and sat down next to him without a second thought...

Several days before the scene at Shichiyou Eatery, Yoshi was found herself walking quietly along through the jungle. It was the first time she had been out of Kusamuragakure since the... incident... involving her kidnappers. The entire situation back then had been so stressful that it had left Yoshi's sclera darkened, the white coloring drained away from years of constant torture. Needless to say, Yoshi was a bit hesitant to leave again, but she had been re-assured over and over that no harm would come to her on her little quest. Besides, even if those men were out there, waiting for her just outside the gate... Leaving was necessary at this point. The beast dwelling inside of her was starting to kick up a ruckus, and was finding it's way out more and more frequently as of late, so she was to be escorted quickly to the village hidden in the glaciers, since that was where a fuuinjutsu specialist resided that could help with her problem. She carried with her the payment for an updated seal, and it was a long, boring journey to the village hidden in the glaciers.

Nothing of note had happened along the way, so Yoshi and the payment were entirely safe, and Yoshi had managed to keep her beast under wraps. Still, she wished that it hadn't been so persistent... The view would have been beautiful without having to focus on keeping the Rokubi on a leash. She found herself daydreaming that she was inside a large, dark room at several points, facing the beast within herself and yet not finding the courage to stand in it's presence. Each time, it laughed at her, simply stating that she could never hope to control it's power, and the moment her seal couldn't hold it in any longer, it would escape and run free once more. She actually felt sort of bad for the creature... She knew what it was like to be held captive in a dark, restraining, humiliating cell, just because someone wanted something from you. It wasn't the beast's fault that it was so powerful, that it's power was so sought after. Still, she kept these opinions to herself, knowing that the beast would likely take advantage of these thoughts to make her free him.

Once Yoshi arrived at the gates of Hyougagakure, her bodyguards dispersed without a word and she continued in alone. This was on the day prior to when Yoshi would meet Yuumaru. She reported solemnly to the residence of the fuuinjutsu expert, and he instructed her to lay the payment down on a counter and follow him into his basement. At first, she had the flinch reaction to refuse, and she even backed up and pulled out a kunai, glaring at the man. The man simply gave an annoyed look, scratching his head and dragging off of the thick cigar in his mouth. As he spoke, clouds of gray smoke poured from his nose and the corners of his mouth, "Hey, hey! Cut that shit out. Noone told me you'd make this much of a fuss, or I would have charged more!" Yoshi knew the man would do her no harm. That would risk loosing the beast and drawing the anger of Kusamuragakure... It was just a reaction that had stayed with her for the past 5 years. She bowed quickly, putting the kunai away and explaining why she had reacted so harshly to the prospect of going into the man's basement. A look of understanding dawned on the man's face, and he nodded slowly, disappearing without a word into the basement for a few moments. Soon, he reemerged from the darkness with a folding table of sorts. When he opened it up in his living room, it looked exactly like an operating table. "There. I'll still have to put you under, but I promise I'll do all my work up here, if that makes you more comfortable." The man's cigar was gone, and he was now sporting a friendly smile.

Yoshi agreed to the man's terms, thankful for his kindness, and allowed him to put her under. She awoke several times during the procedure, but she wasn't up for long. She had just been roused so that she could have a drink of water, as her body was losing alot of it's moisture in the form of sweat, and the man didn't want her becoming dehydrated. She had to be asleep for the pain, but if she was any worse off than unconscious the beast would gain too much of a foothold. When she woke the second time, she noticed there were now several other men in the room, holding their outstretched palms over her unconscious body, undoubtedly to help maintain the Rokubi. After about twelve hours of this form of treatment, Yoshi was roused for the final time and given a nice, hot meal to eat, as she was obviously hungry. There was now a series of large, intricate fuuinjutsu seals on her back, all interlocking in the center, just over her spine. Around the whole thing was what appeared to be a chain made out of strange characters that all represented the act of 'binding' in some way.  It was really an impressive work, and no doubt a wicked tattoo to show off to people. She thanked the man, and already felt that the beast was now sufficiently under control. Still not as easy to handle as she would have hoped, but that no doubt would have come in time. Originally, the seal had been a very shoddy one, so really she was just now on-par with other jinchuuriki's basic seals.

For the rest of that day, Yoshi walked along the streets of the hidden glacier, checking out what the place was like. It was so different from what she was used to, but that was to be expected. After talking with the locals for a short time, whom she got along with surprisingly well due to her natural knack for socializing, she was directed to a place she could grab some dinner at, as she was starting to feel hungry again after several hours of walking and sight-seeing.

It was getting dark out, nearing nighttime, when Yoshi finally brushed through the cloth doorway of Shichiyou eatery. Someone was sitting there... He looked familiar, somehow. As if she had met him before... But that wasn't it, no. She hadn't met him before. She may have seen him before, but never met him. He seemed to be enjoying his meal when he stopped to pray to himself. Though it was a bit rude for her to do so, she listened in to his prayer and found herself smiling. She sat down next to him without a second thought, raising her hand calmly to the cook in the back of the shop. "Hey! Chef! I'd like whatever this dude's having please. It sounds really good!" Yoshi was smiling brightly, her bright green hair falling down past her shoulders. She had equally bright green eyes, but for some reason, as she looked at Yuumaru, the whites of them were actually a very dark gray. It was surely an odd sight, though maybe not the oddest that Yuumaru had ever seen. Yoshi was definitely a very shapely individual, and for some reason all she was wearing was a thick white hoodie with a rather unimpressed-looking smiley placed on the hood, along with a green-and-black striped bikini underneath and a strange set of fur stockings. Of course, the hoodie was closed to protect against the cold, so the only indication that she was only wearing a bikini underneath it was the fact that one could see the bottom part of the two-piece clearly. She didn't seem to be too cold though, for whatever reason. In truth, she was used to being cold after two years in a stone cell deep underground, plus the stockings and hoodie were warmer than they looked. Around her neck was another article, though... Something Yuumaru would surely be glad to see. It was a kusamura headband!

Now, as Yoshi looked Yuumaru up and down, she let out a light chuckle and smiled at him warmly, a sense of kindliness filling the air, allowing Yuumaru to experience Yoshi's friendly, deeply attractive 'aura' first hand. Finally, she spoke to Yuumaru in a calm, laid-back, and gentle voice, "So! Looks like your prayers have been answered, dude. I didn't know the gods had sent me here for you per se, but..." Yoshi had started off with a joke, which for her had always worked well enough. She hoped that this person had a good sense of humor, and wasn't too slow, or else that joke could make things a bit awkward between the two. After just a few seconds' pause, she continued, "Anyway, have I seen you somewhere before? You look weirdly familiar, somehow..."

When our hero looked around one final time, hopeful that he would find someone alone like him and hopefully strike a conversation with them, he found that tonight was going to be a quiet night. There was no one beside him in the small but famous eatery. Out in the street, when our hero looked behind him, the people were scarce, and if there were any, they were rushing to get home because the last traces of the sun’s rays were quickly being eaten away by the darkness of night. When our hero looked at his plate, he found that there was only one crab cake left. He was going to enjoy this little sucker to the last bite.


As our hero was munching on some delicious crab cake, his last one, no less, he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye someone who sat beside him, to his left. There are other seats free, so why did this stranger sit next to me? Our hero wondered. He wasn’t really bothered, just curious. Our hero was still busy munching on the last couple of bites of his crab cakes, so he still didn’t look at the person next to him. When the person called out to the chef for food, only then did he know that the person was a young woman, because of her voice. Once Yuumaru finished his last, succulent bite of that heavenly crab cake, he turned to the young woman. When she smiled at him, our hero blushed a little bit, just because this young woman was strikingly beautiful. Of course, he wasn’t going to be an impolite bum, and of course our gallant hero returned the smile. “Yeah, crab cakes are really delicious!” Our hero said.


Yuumaru then examined the girl for a moment. He was completely taken by her attractiveness. Usually, our hero would notice whatever a person was wearing upon looking at them; our hero was very fashionable, after all. But for some reason, he found it very challenging just to gaze away from this young woman’s gentle face. Her stare kind of had a soothing effect on him, and her presence somehow made him calm. There was also another thing which caught our hero’s attention: her eyes. Although they were indeed like diamonds, they were somehow… dark. Like dull pearls. For some reason, even though her face radiated happiness and joy, our hero detected something from her eyes… something dark and terrible… Only after a few more moments did our hero notice the accessory on the girl’s neck: a Hidden Jungle headband! He couldn’t believe his luck! A fellow Jungle ninja all the way out here! He was so excited he almost told her that he was a Hidden Jungle Ninja as well right then and there. Thankfully, our hero stopped himself and thought before bursting into words. Maybe she has a reason to be here, a kind of temporary passport, perhaps… and that’s why her headband’s out in the open. As for me, I’m just sneakin’ around here… even if the Fubukikage is my sensei he told me that it would cause a commotion if I revealed my home village to the villagers. I’ll tell her I’m a Jungle ninja later, I guess.


His eyes were then averted from the headband and then directed at the girl’s *cough* lower area. It wasn’t because our hero’s perverted! Of course not! He was a hero, a defender of women, a gallant and chivalrous knight in shining armor! He just happened to look there by chance! Anyways, he noticed that the woman was wearing no pants of the sort! Just stockings! She didn’t look cold, though. Wait, no pants? Maybe she’s wearing short shorts? As Yuumaru’s gaze slowly travelled up the woman’s legs, he stopped himself before seeing the two-piece. He then hit himself in the head mentally. BAKA! You’re not supposed to look there! Luckily, since our hero was from the Senju Clan, he successfully held off his nosebleed, which had been building up from the moment he looked at the girl’s legs. Before he had another nosebleed, our hero then forcefully stopped his daydreaming and returned to the real world, focusing on whatever the woman was saying.


“Wait, you heard everything I said earlier?” Our hero blushed, somewhat surprised that someone had been listening to his “secret” prayers. In an attempt to cover up his embarrassment, he then chuckled softly and told the woman: “Hahaha! Well I guess prayers really do work!” Our hero was very curious as to who this woman was. She was very familiar. Maybe she was one of the Jungle’s Jounin? Chuunin? Our hero felt like he’s seen her face somewhere before… like from a document in the Kage’s office or something… (Yuumaru made a ruckus during his first mission, and had to go back and clean up the Kage office after he did his first mission). Before he could ask her who she was, the young woman beat her to it. When she finished her question, our hero stared at her for a few seconds, as if confirming that she can be trusted. When Yuumaru saw that there was no deception in her eyes, once again struck by how peculiar and gray they were, he smiled at her. Without asking, he turned away from her and towards the chef, who was just about finished preparing her dish of crab cakes. “Chef! On second thought, this woman would like that for take out.” Our hero felt a little impolite upon doing that, but he had no choice. He had to find another place for them to talk… somewhere more private.

Then, as the chef was wrapping the food in the box for take out, an idea hit our hero. The theater! I can talk to her privately in the closed box-- where people are aloud to talk but can still hear the play through speakers. He knew the schedule of the Theater since he went on it with Tomoko-chan a week ago. Tonight they were playing “The Hero of Love.” It was about a legendary Hidden Glacier Ninja who went through various trials and tribulations to impress the love of his life, the Princess of the Blizzard Country. Our hero then checked his wallet, and sure enough, there was still enough RYO given to him by his guardian, Chieko baa-chan for two seats in the fancy Hidden Glacier Theater Closed Box. When he was sure the chef wasn’t looking, our hero quickly flashed the young woman his Hidden Jungle belt from under his sky blue cloak (the sky blue cloak was the typical attire of Hidden Glacier villagers, or blizzard-borns). He then told her, “I know this seems sudden, but would you like to go to the Hidden Glacier Theater with me? They’re playing ‘The Hero of Love.’” Again, our hero snuck a glance at the chef, and when he was sure the chef was busy, he whispered to the young woman, “I can’t talk right now. We’ll talk more in the theater.” Our hero then left RYO to pay for the woman’s food. He felt obligated to, after what he just did, forcing her to eat out. Our hero then added in a clear voice, this time not whispering, “I’m really sorry about that. Don’t worry, you can eat in the Closed Box!”

The boy that Yoshi had decided to stop and talk to seemed to be the nice enough sort, and the joke wasn't lost on him, so that was always a plus. In fact, she felt that she would grow to like this boy, if she was given time to get to know him. She giggled as he exclaimed about how delicious the cakes were, they certainly smelled as good as he advocated they were. She was always a fan of shellfish, or any seafood for that matter. The only food she couldn't stand any more was rice, with or without the beef gravy that she had grown to associated it to. Sadly that ruined most dishes for her, but crab cakes, having no rice by the looks of them, sounded great.

In no time, Yoshi saw that the younger boy was now examining her closely, mostly looking at her face. She got a light blush, simply because he looked so absolutely enthralled by her. However, she said nothing and allowed him to finish looking her over. After all, she was doing the same to him, so it was only fair to let him continue on looking. She found that Yuumaru was actually quite a good-looking boy, with his shiny black hair and sky-blue cloak, with his black outfit underneath ((assuming Yuumaru was wearing black underneath the cloak, since his faceclaim is Kirito)). She liked his style, and as she finished examining him to look back up to his face, Yoshi noticed that he was no staring down at her legs. She blushed deeply, and looked away, pretending she didn't notice him looking down there. She began examining the shop that she was sitting in now. Little time passed before she realized there was really nothing to see in the little restaurant, so she looked back at Yuumaru once more. Thankfully, he had finished checking her legs out, and was now looking back up at her face.

Then, as Yuumaru spoke, she simply nodded and let out a soft, welcoming laugh and said, "Of course I heard you earlier! You aren't as quiet as you think. I have good ears!" Once she finished speaking, she simply returned to smiling warmly at Yuumaru; the kind of smile that can melt a man's heart, as she leaned over the counter, propping her head up on her hand with her elbow against the counter in order to make herself a bit more comfortable. "Yeah, I guess they do." Yoshi responded, rather matter-of-factly as she looked into Yuumaru's eyes, trying to decipher where she had seen him before. He seemed to be contemplating something which, coupled with the fact that he had examined her so closely, and how he had looked at her headband and gotten a loot of excitement in his eyes when he first saw it... Yoshi hadn't figured out, just yet, that he was a Kusa ninja, and even if she had she wouldn't have revealed it since Yuumaru was clearly trying to keep that fact hidden. Still, she knew that he was also trying to figure out where he had seen her before. So it's not just me, then? Well, where is this kid from in that case? Interesting... Maybe I saw him on the rode? Or... Back then? No...

Eventually Yoshi gave up racking her brain, deciding that the answer would come to her in due time. This was a puzzle she would enjoy trying to solve. Now Yuumaru was looking into her eyes warily, by the looks of him judging if she could be trusted. She could see the suspicion in his face; it was an expression that Yoshi was well acquainted with, and by now she damn well better have learned how to spot it on the fly. Especially since, with how intelligent she was, she hadn't just been studying from books. She'd also been getting at least a little street-smart, and socializing as well. She could spot even the slightest expressions on peoples faces, in order to try and read what they were feeling. It really helped her with always managing to say the right thing in a conversation. She felt the puzzle slowly forming into a picture in her mind, but it wasn't quite there yet, still.

Then, it started to come together as Yuumaru abruptly looked away and called to the chef, telling him that Yoshi would be taking her food to go. Okay, so he wants to talk to me in private somewhere. What does that mean? Let's break this down Yoshi... Okay, so he recognizes you, you don't see a headband on him though, and you don't remember him from the road. He was wary of you when you asked if you'd met before... He was excited to see you were from the hidden Jungle.. That's it! He must be under-cover! Yoshi had figured it out, for the most part. Though, her creative imagination had created a totally wrong, over-the-top story about why he was undercover. You see, she had decided that he was actually a super-strong ANBU spy that was in the hidden Glacier to look over her, and make sure that her beast didn't get loose during the sealing ritual.

In Yoshi's mind, that was a logical explanation. In reality, the boy was just here to train, but deductive reasoning isn't always an exact science, especially with such imagination. Yoshi's suspicions were, at least slightly, confirmed when Yuumaru flashed her his Jungle headband. Feeling mighty proud of herself, Yoshi gave a confident chuckle and smiled even brighter, her eyes closing with the smile. She was always this happy when she solved an interesting puzzle, so that kind of look wasn't uncommon in this kind of situation. She forced her smile down once more, though, knowing it would look strange for her to be so beaming for no reason. She stood up as she saw Yuumaru put money down on the counter in order to pay for her meal, and bowed to him in thanks. "I would love to go to the theatre with you, of course! Come on, show me the way!~" Yoshi said, without even waiting for Yuumaru's explanation. She'd already figured out why he wanted to take her there. She admired his smarts, taking her somewhere where they could surely talk in private, out of public view. He was as clever as her! At least, it seemed he was. In truth, all of her family's grilling had made her quite the smart cookie, even compared to other shinobi. "No! Don't be sorry, you're taking me to a show! It's mighty kind of you. You must have noticed I'm new in town, huh?~ So you're, naturally, showing me the town. It's very kind of you, thank you~." She held her arm out now, expecting the boy to take it as she picked her crab cakes up off the counter. She gave the chef a kindly smile, just like the one she had been favoring Yuumaru with this whole time. "Thank you for the food, sir! I'm sure it will be yummy!" Then, as she turned her attention back onto Yuumaru, she thought to herself, wow, an ANBU is looking over me?~ I knew the bijuu was important, but I thought all I got was a small escort team! Of course, Yuumaru wasn't really an ANBU, but she was caught up in the little fantasy that she had invented, to explain why Yuumaru was here in the hidden glacier.

Yoshi was more or less amazed by the appearance of the 'Third Street'. She'd already taken a sort of tour around the city before going to the eatery where she had met Yuumaru, so she'd already seen what it was like, but still didn't fail to shock her a bit. It was amazing, all the people and lights, big signs with the names of stores or products on them. The village hidden in the jungle just wasn't quite like it at all... It had it's own sort of splendor, but more of a 'traditional' one. Yoshi giggled lightly as she saw a few kids playing in the street, just boys fighting each other with wooden weapons. The reason she'd found it funny was because they kept bumping into people as they bumbled about, occasionally tripping on the odd piece of road trash on the ground and falling down. They aren't very graceful, but they've got spirit. And even when one stings another with his weapon, they do not get angry with eachother... Good sportsmen as well. She found herself silently assessing what the fighters of this village were like, as those children had the look of academy students about them. If they were the example she was to take, then they were definitely a very spirited, tight-knit bunch.

Slowly, the voices around Yoshi became louder as the roads got more cramped, and she lost sight of the children she had been watching just a moment ago. When Yuumaru pulled Yoshi to the side, she looked at him curiously, wide green eyes staring into his as her lips formed into a small, curious circle. She was about to ask what he wanted, but he quickly began speaking so she just focused on listening. It was still hard to hear him, despite his shouting. "Oh, no problem! I'm glad to go to the theater, I've never been! And my name's Y-" As she spoke, Yoshi found herself being cut off by Yuumaru suddenly pulling her towards the theater, in a rush suddenly to get there, likely so they could talk without shouting. She was a bit upset about being pulled into the theater so suddenly, but not because it had cut her speech off. It was because she was watching the street performers, peripherally, as she spoke. They were really quite impressive, and a bit odd. One of them had just done a backflip, landing squarely on his hands and catching all of the juggling pins he had just been carefully lobbing through the air. But he'd caught them all with his feet! She really couldn't believe the sight, but before she could see what was going to happen next, she was walking inside the theater house, through the door that Yuumaru had been holding open.

That was when she saw the inside of the building for the first time. It was packed with people as well, all vying for tickets to the massively popular show tonight. But that didn't change how beautiful the atmosphere was, how masterful the artwork on the walls and how emotional the portraits of the actors seemed to be. The ceiling itself was thrown high into the sky, domed in an incredible way, with magnificent carvings all along the inside of the dome. It was all quite fascinating, and Yoshi had already forgotten about the street performers she'd been trying to watch. Yoshi saw the ticket seller's face turn into one of mixed jealousy and polite kindness, a sort of ugly affair, as Yuumaru purchased tickets for the 'closed box'. Yoshi didn't know what was so special about this box, and she really didn't care at the moment. After all, they were really just here to talk. When she saw how much money Yuumaru had to put down for that box, though, her face flushed red and she started stuttering, "H-hey! W-why are you spending that m-much on me?!" She pretended to be angry at Yuumaru for a moment, but she really was just shocked at how much the boy was spending just to be able to talk with her in private... Or was it more than that? Maybe this was a real date. She decided she wouldn't mind, or make a big deal out of it, either way. But still... The closed box must truly be amazing if that's the price for it.

Once Yuumaru took Yoshi into the theater itself, rather than just the entryway where people would buy their tickets, she was stunned silent by the grandeur of the building once more. The theater was doubly amazing in splendor as the entrance building, and there was a large, raised platform far above everything and everyone else, about 80 feet up. It was what she assumed was the closed box.. They would definitely be in private up there. Then there was the grand stage! It was huge! Clearly, it was to accommodate for huge props, and a great number of actors being on the stage at once, and it was all made of polished wood of the finest quality, with massive satin curtains hanging down from above over the ordeal.

As Yuumaru stepped, with Yoshi, into the 'flight circle', Yoshi started looking around carefully, wondering if anyone was going to jump out and throw some sort of glitter or confetti at her. This was clearly a big deal, so she wouldn't be surprised if someone started to do all those corny celebratory things. Maybe they'd dance around and sing a song to them? Something had to be worth how much money Yuumaru had spent. When Yuumaru looked to her, she was still staring, wide-eyed, at the area around her, expecting some sort of playful assault on the two. Though, she was smiling, and giggling nervously, in that expectant sort of way, not really knowing what she was expecting for sure, but knowing she was expecting something to happen. It almost felt like she and Yuumaru were on their own little stage, in that circle. When she heard him say 'here it comes', she started looking around even more carefully. Still, she could never have expected what happened next.

As if completely by magic, Yoshi's feet suddenly left the ground and floated up into the air. She was flying higher and higher and, out of sheer shock at the event, Yoshi clung tightly to Yuumaru's arm. It was as if she was afraid of falling, even though that would never happen with such skilled shinobi. Now a bit more relaxed, as she was holding tightly onto another person so she knew that she had some sort of anchor, she took time to marvel at the beautiful blue light all around her. She was still blushing, and now the blush got even deeper. She didn't think was the sort of place you take someone just to talk, or even just to watch a play. This room was clearly for dates, or at least very important meetings, and Yoshi was growing more and more convinced that this was meant to be a date, at least somewhat. Once she was inside the box with Yuumaru, she let go of him and quickly stepped a bit to the side, pretending she'd never been scared in the first place and putting on a calm, relaxed face. "Yeah, that sure was something... And this place! It's almost sickeningly decedent! Look at all the gold! And the diamonds..." Even though she pretended to be a little disgusted at the sight, she was clearly infatuated with it deep down. She wanted to live in a place like this, if only to show it off to people. That sort of feeling was normal for anyone to feel though, and she was able to brush it aside and simply wonder at how much this place would have cost to build.

Yoshi quickly took a pair of binoculars, like they wouldn't be available for much longer. Really, she just wanted to enjoy the room's fanciful instruments for as long as she could. She sat down on the large, comfortable leather couch with Yuumaru, leaning against him slightly in order to get even more comfortable as she watched the corny introduction to the play. When she felt Yuumaru turn to face her, she sat bolt upright and smiled warmly at him, like she did back at the Second Street Eatery. She liked how he kept appearing to get caught up in her beauty, or maybe it was just the effect she always seemed to have on people, she didn't know. But it kept putting the cutest look on his face, and now that she thought about it, it was the same face he had when they entered the theater building, which made her blush wildly again (she had just calmed herself down from before, and her cheeks had returned to their original white color). Was she really that attractive to people? Or... was it just him? Then she heard something really quite shocking. He was a senju! That meant he was a really big deal back home, weather or not he had Mokuton. She knew all, or alot, about the clan, due to her long study sessions. When he went on to talk about why he was here, she was a bit disheartened at the realization that she was wrong about why he was here. He wasn't an ANBU secret agent here to protect her, he was just coincidentally in the area for training. Still... Special sensei? That was pretty awesome. She wondered who it could be, but soon was prompted to tell her name, and why she was in town.

A grumbling came from deep within her as the beast raged, trying to scream out that she was here because she was an arrogant fool, in town to try and keep him, the mighty Rokubi, under control. How Foolish.... You Will Never Control Me, Woman. The beast roared. Of course, none of this would be audible to the Senju to Yoshi's side, but he did seem to sense it somehow, as merely a presence within Yoshi. It took Yoshi a few moments to think about how to answer him, but eventually she decided on something. She began un-zipping her hoodie as she spoke to him, in a distant tone, "Okay... My name is Hizumo Yoshi, of the noble Hizumo of Kusamuragakure. You may know of them, they're a non-ninja clan.. I was one of the first ninja trained from the clan actually. As for why I'm here..." Yoshi removed the hoodie entirely at this point, revealing that she was just wearing a rather small bikini underneath. Then, she bit her lip a bit as she reached behind her to undo her bikini top, letting it slip away from her breasts. She didn't bother covering them, because she wasn't thinking about them at all. She was desensitized a long, long time ago, she no longer felt embarrassed about any of her body parts, except for one. Her back. She stayed facing Yuumaru for a bit, giving ample time to examine her chest, before slowly, nervously turning around. On her back was a series of large, intricate fuuinjutsu seals on her back, all converging on the center of her back, just over her spine, where a small circle that was segmented into six parts was placed. This circle happened to be the original, shoddy seal that she had received, and it needed to be improved because it was actually intended to let the beast escape with greater ease than some other seals would have allowed. Around the whole thing was what appeared to be a chain made out of strange characters that all represented the act of 'binding' in some way.. It was an odd, but kinda cool tattoo that she had, but with careful consideration, it was obviously a fuuinjutsu of some sort. "I'm here to get this fuuinjutsu put on my back. You see, my original seal was very poor craftsmanship, and that sort of thing could prove quite dangerous for me.. So, when I heard of a fuuinjutsu expert here in the hidden glacier, I came as soon as I could, along with a few bodyguards, to get an update." She turned around again after only a moment or two, not wanting him to stare at her seal, for some reason. Her chest was fully exposed again, but even a pervert would have trouble focusing on that at this point, due to the pained expression on Yoshi's face.

"You see... I have a beast deep inside me... I am... I was Yoshi Hizumo, of the Hizumo clan... But now.. I'm Yoshi Hizumo, the 6-tailed beast's host. A Jinchuuriki.."

You could only imagine how our hero’s eyes widened and how his jaw dropped and how he became as red as a tomato when our heroine, Yoshi, began unzipping her chic “smiley face” hoodie, revealing a bikini that left little to the imagination underneath. Hizumo Clan… I think I’ve heard of them before… Then, our hero remembered! The Hizumos owned his favorite fish ball bento store on Hidden Jungle Main Street, where he always stopped every afternoon to eat during his Academy Days. In fact, our hero then recalled that Chieko baa-chan, our hero’s guardian and the current head of the Senju Clan, had once borrowed money to fund her adventures around the world, in pursuit of more knowledge about ninjutsu. Yuumaru remembered Chieko baa-chan telling him that of all the civilian clans in the Hidden Jungle, the Hizumos were the most trustworthy and the most successful. Hm, so that’s why she has this friendly aura about her… Our hero thought to himself. But then, he stopped his train of thought. Our hero was always expected by fellow villagers or strangers alike that he could utilize earth release and water release at the same time, to form the legendary and sought-after kekkei genkai nature known as Wood Release. “So, you’re a Senju, huh? Can you show us some Wood Style tricks?” Our hero remembered the neighborhood children ask of him. “Yes! A Senju! Heh, now our enemies can’t beat us! No one can defeat Wood Style, after all…” This time, Yuumaru recalled a fellow ninja proclaim one time, on a group mission once. "Senju Yuumaru from the village hidden in the jungle also known as Kusamuragakure no Sato, Its a pleasure to meet someone like you. I heard great tales about your clan and its famous bloodline ability, wood release or better known as Mokuton. A clan with ties to the Sage of six paths, I heard." Yuumaru remembered his first spar with Yuri-chan, and even she expected him to have Wood Release. Finally, our hero remembered Kyoko-chan, the widow that he had met and befriended. She had died in his arms, saving his life from an adversary shinobi. He had not been able to protect her. If only I had Wood Style...

Yes, our hero often had negative thoughts that plagued him. It was mostly past fears and insecurities that resurface once in a while. But before he was completely taken over by dark and impure thoughts, our hero heard a faint voice inside of him that pulled him out: ”Did you know, my son, that even Asura, our ancestor, used to be a failure? It wasn’t strength that enabled him to defeat Indra...no, Indra was more powerful. Do you know what it was?....It was guts….If you get back up whenever you fall, then it doesn’t matter how many times you fail….you will eventually succeed! I tell you, Yuumaru….work hard, and in time, your Fire Style will incinerate even my Wood Style.” Our hero remembered his grandfather say to him once. And then, he was also taken back to his first spar with Yuri-chan once again: "A Senju that can't use the wood release ability? It not unheard of. But doesn't that put you at a disadvantage…” And finally, our hero remembered Kyoko-chan’s dying words to him, as she lay in his arms, her entire body covered with blood, “...My….hero…” And with that, our hero snapped from his negative thoughts. As he looked at Yoshi-chan, he silently made a vow to himself that he would never again judge a person based on their clan.

Suddenly, the girl let her bikini top slip away from her chest! Peculiarly, the young woman didn’t bother covering her breasts! Our hero did his best to keep from exploding--the nosebleed that he was successfully holding from bursting out of his nose had been building up quite rapidly, which threatened to make his head explode. Our hero, being the gentleman that he was, then closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the side. The girl didn’t seem to move for another moment. Then, Yuumaru heard her shift in her seat, turning around. Slowly, Yuumaru opened his eyes. What he saw made him aghast. He looked at Yoshi-chan’s back while he listened to Yoshi-chan’s explanation as to why she was there in the Hidden Glacier. As if embarrassed of her fuuinjutsu seal, Yoshi-chan turned around again after only having shown Yuumaru her back for only a few seconds. As if possessing some kind of “Hero Reflexes,” our hero quickly closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side once again, as the young woman turned to face him again.

But when Yoshi-chan told our hero that she was the host of the Rokubi no Byakku, the White Tiger, the Six-Tailed Beast, our hero opened his eyes in astonishment. At this point, he was looking into the young heroine’s pained face, not paying attention anymore to the fact that the gorgeous girl in front of him was topless. Suddenly, a memory long locked away brought itself again to our hero’s mind. Our hero was just seven years old, and he was playing ball in the Senju Clan Compound with his cousins. Because Ken, an older cousin, accidentally kicked the ball to high and too hard at our hero’s direction, the ball ended up going over the wall of the Senju Clan Compound. It didn’t help that during that day, the Jungle Festival was raging on in the village, and crowds from around the world filled the already busy streets of the Hidden Jungle Village. As our young hero chased after the ball, which was kicked and rolled around by unsuspecting tourists or natives that were engulfed by the festival mood, he ended up very far away from the clan compound. Finally, the boy saw that the ball had stopped after bumping the wall of an isolated alley. With a wide and bright smile on his face, the smile that was typically seen on a child’s face during play, our hero rushed to retrieve his beloved ball, given to him as a present by his grandfather, Daiki, who was still the Senju Clan Head at the time.

The moment our hero collected the ball and wrapped it around his tiny arms, a laugh emerged from the darkness of the alley. It was twilight, but the lights of the festival still lighted the streets. This alley, though, was unusually dark. Maybe because Yuumaru’s brain was purposefully making it dark because it was such an unpleasant memory. “What do we have here?” A large, delinquent-looking boy emerged from the darkness, with two more boys, one on each side, standing next to him. These were the type of kids that had no future. These are the ones you would call street rats. Or, you can call them by their true nature: sociopathic bullies. The boy in the center then punched his hands together, and, snapping his neck, smirked, then turned to the boys next to him, and said tauntingly, “Since it’s the Jungle Festival, why don’t we enjoy ourselves by beating the shit out of this punk?” The three then simultaneously looked at our hero, and then ran towards him. Our hero, although he was taught to be brave by his clan, and had heard countless times that the Senju Clan was the most powerful clan in the world, and also how ninjas aren’t supposed to be fearful of anything, stood there, frozen in fear. As the three got about seven feet from him, he sunk to the ground, put his arms in front of him, and closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Nothing. Finally, our young hero opened his eyes slowly. Standing in the middle of him and the three bullies, there was a green-haired girl, looking about a year or two older than him. She had her fists clenched. The three boys looked paralyzed in fear. Suddenly, one of the boys, the one to the right of the one in the middle, put his hand on the leader’s shoulder. “Yo… green hair… she’s the Academy’s best student! Higumo, or Hikumo or Hizumo, right? We better stay out of this one!” As if having no moment to lose, the three ran away, tails in between their legs. The girl then turned to our hero and smiled the same smile that she gave Yuumaru at the present time during their meeting at the Shichiyou Second Street Eatery, and when they got into the Closed Box, that same warm, welcoming smile. And then she held out her hand, just as she held out her hand to him earlier before they got to Third Street. The girl helped him up and said, “The next time I see you, I don’t want to see that pained expression on your face, you hear?” The girl seemed so calm, as if she wasn’t just staring down three bullies bigger than her just seconds ago. Before our young hero could ask her name, she told him, “Ja mata!” and leapt away.

Over the years, our hero trained hard and graduated from the Academy the top of his class. He made up for his lack of Wood Style Kekkei Genkai by cultivating his Fire Style. He trained in Taijutsu and Kenjutsu as well, wanting to be well-versed in the art of battle. Even though he doesn’t think daily about the green-haired girl that saved his life, he hasn’t really forgotten about her. Perhaps, subconsciously, our hero was striving so hard because he wanted to meet his heroine again, to have her see him stronger now. And now… after all these years… his prayers have been answered!

Without thinking, without caring that Yoshi had no top on, our hero hugged our heroine tightly all of a sudden. “My heroine… Thank you again for saving me that night… seven years ago…” (OOC: This is quite a special and interesting scene, because in Yuumaru’s adventures, rescued girls would hug him and tell him, “My hero…” But now, our hero is hugging a girl and telling her, “My heroine…”) He hugged her tightly for a few seconds, then pulled away slightly, his hands grabbing the tip of her shoulders. As he looked at her dark eyes, eyes that seemed scarred, and her aggrieved expression, his heart grew heavy. Being a Jinchuuriki… our hero had heard tales about them from his grandmother, Chieko baa-chan. “Jinchuuriki’s are a necessary evil. The poor things. They are needed because they make their villages powerful, but those same villages treat them as outcasts. But then again, you can’t blame the villagers! They are monsters, after all… capable of losing control at any moment…” But our hero, even after remembering the warning from his guardian and Clan Head, was unfazed. “Yoshi-chan… you are and will always be that brave girl that saved me all those years ago… I don’t ever want to see that pained expression on your face, you hear?” Our hero said while smiling, emulating what the heroine told him all those years ago in the dark alley. However, even he couldn’t keep his happy expression for long. Just thinking about the burdens of being a Jinchuuriki bothered him. So that’s why i felt a dark presence earlier…

Our hero, wanting to change the mood and conversation, then turned again to the heroine and told her, “I’m really sorry about having to take you here. My sensei, who is the Kage of this village, (Our hero felt that since Yoshi-chan had trusted him with the fact that she was a Jinchuuriki, he would also trust her and go ahead and tell her about his sensei.) told me that every single piece of this village was watched by the ANBU. The only spot in the whole Blizzard Country not being watched was the Closed Box of the Royal Theater, partly because the theater owners paid a hefty sum to the Village ANBU to not bother their more affluent clients.” Our hero stopped for a moment, realizing that he was up close and personal with a beautiful girl who was topless, blushed and almost had a nosebleed. But, being the gentleman that our hero was, he successfully held it in and instead reached from behind the girl and grabbed her hoodie, then put her around her. “It’s cold, you might get sick if you don’t wear your hoodie…” Our hero said as he smiled at the girl. Suddenly, an explosion startled him. It was part of the play going on below them. Looking at the screen, our hero watched the Third Act of the “Hero of Love.” He could see the hero battling a fiery dragon on the stage, with the dragon being a contraption that was manned by eight people, much like the Chinese Dragon during Chinese New year festivals. Suddenly, a friend of the hero stepped in and aided the hero in finally slaying the Dragon. it was kind of comical how the actors portrayed the dragon being killed. After the hero stabbed the dragon, the eight men manning the dragon jumped at the same time, and then, after landing on the ground, knelt down and rolled to the ground. It was so cheesy that Yuumaru cringed a little bit. Then, an idea struck him. He turned to Yoshi-chan.

“Yoshi-chan, since I am training here anyway… I could help you in your battle in controlling the Rokubi.” Yuumaru’s head turned down. And then he looked up to the girl once again, this time, smiling. “I also need a training partner besides my sensei, so…” Our hero blushed a little bit while pausing. Then, he continued: “Yoshi-chan, will you train with me?”

Yoshi liked the fact that Yuumaru was modest enough to not stare at her breasts; despite how well-shaped and round they were, not to mention perky. She was sorta proud of them. Since she didn't quite have the largest, she was glad she at least had a very good shape to them. That's not to say they weren't decent in size, of course, they just weren't as large as some peoples'. Soon, it seemed that Yuumaru was deep in thought, for whatever reason. It took him a while to snap out of this deep trance he had gotten himself into, and Yoshi couldn't quite help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking of. Not too long after she found herself wondering this, she found herself wrapped tightly in Yuumaru's embrace. He was saying something about her being a heroine, about saving him one night nearly seven years ago. So much had happened since that night, to her, that she didn't remember it at all, at least not until he brought it up. Then it flooded into her mind with incredible clarity.

Yoshi had been on a mission, that night, to keep the streets clear of hooligans and such. But her mission was considered to be complete at least an hour before she had helped this young boy, now hugging her tightly. Even though her mission was technically over, she had only joined in the festivities as a cover for continuing her mission. She'd been paid and everything, but she didn't believe that the threat was gone entirely. An hour later, she heard some snickering in a nearby alleyway and jumped up to the overhead rooftops, looking down on the entire situation. She saw this cute little boy, who had a wonderful smile on his face, suddenly look full of dread as he stared wide-eyed at three assailants. With anger in her eyes, she jumped down and stared at the boys angrily, not saying a word. All she had to do was clench her fists, and they put their tails between their legs and ditched. She couldn't believe that she had forgotten about this boy; that was the angriest she had ever felt at the time, and she thought, now, that it should have been very hard to forget the feeling. The feeling of rage as an innocent, beautiful young boy, who just wanted to play and enjoy the festival, was going to be attacked and brutally mauled by three older boys who just wanted some kicks for the night. It disgusted her almost as much as what had happened to herself 5 years ago.

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around Yuumaru warmly, stroking his back gently and patting his head. "Silly me... I'd forgotten about what happened back then until just now. You know, I was angrier then... Than I have been in almost my entire life. Almost as angry as the big guy inside me!" She joked, laughing warmly, the pain gone from her face now. That was a hard task for her, as she was still being mentally assaulted by the beast, and at the same time recalling what had happened to her in that cell (as she did almost every moment of every day). But regardless, she was smiling, and her eyes had lit up with warmth for the boy she was now only holding by the hips with her hands, as he had pulled away a moment ago to look into her pained face. As he spoke, she nodded firmly and giggled. "Alright. In that case, you won't!" She said cheerfully.

Her eyes widened, suddenly, as she heard Yuumaru claim that the leader of this village, the kage himself, was the one that was training him. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. This kid was important enough to receive special training from a kage? That was definitely impressive. Then, she found herself nodding again as he spoke of the ANBU. "Yes, I saw a few of them earlier. Not sure if they weren't skilled, weren't really trying at the time, or wanted me to see them, but I did see them. But everywhere? That seems very oppressive. I'd be afraid to do anything at all, knowing that! Especially more personal things, like washing myself, or touching myself for that matter. It must drive you crazy to know that!" She said, laughing gently. "Unless you like being watched!" She was obviously joking at this point, simply teasing the boy. Still, she felt like trying to mess with him by patting herself gently on the groin as she mentioned touching herself. She didn't like the heavy mood that had passed over the area, so she was doing her best to lighten it up a bit with jokes and perverse comments/actions.

The explosion that came startled her a bit, but she ignored it, still watching Yuumaru. She had mostly forgotten to care about the play going on down below. It just didn't seem that important, and every time she looked over at it, it seemed to be filled with horrible cliche's and cheesy lines. Of course, she was the type of woman to have read many, many plays and classic romances in her time, so pretty much everything seemed overdone to her when it came to romantic literature. As Yuumaru began to ask if she would train with him, she cut him off and nodded firmly. "Yes, thank you Yuumaru. I'd be glad to accept your help. And I'll train with you in the mean time, but be warned... If I lose control, you won't be safe, so whenever -- listen to me -- when ever we are training to control my beast... You just make sure you have a jutsu ready to take you the hell out of there." She said. With that, she felt that the mood was getting too heavy again, and decided to play a little game with Yuumaru.

She stuck her arms through her hoodie now, but didn't bother zipping it up, still trying to coax something perverted out of the gentlemanly boy. She wanted to see him either squirm, or try to cop a feel. She didn't really care which, but the game she was playing seemed endlessly fun to her. She even went so far as to lean away from Yuumaru, resting her back on the arm of the couch as she brought her legs up (those soft, silky, long legs with juicy thighs) into the air, bringing them down around Yuumaru's sides and hooking them around him lightly, to keep him from trying to pull away. Her hair was covering part of her face at this point, looking messy as she blushed deeply and closed the one visible eye on the left side of her face halfway, in a seductive stair. Her lips parted slightly as well, and her tongue could be seen sliding across her upper teeth, which were bright white and glossy, well taken care of. Her hoodie was on her shoulders and arms, but had conveniently managed to drop down around her breasts, so they could maintain their visibility. She was so focused on being seductive, that she didn't even notice the second explosion coming from below, and Yuumaru was unlikely to notice it either, at least not for a little while.

((OOC: I just wanna see how Yuumaru will react to the 'seductive vixen' version of Yoshi before we react to the explosion :3))

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Our hero barely succeeded in holding his nosebleed after that VERY vivid fantasy. Who can blame him? The young woman in front of him was probably the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen (besides Yuri-chan, of course!). Yuumaru then thought for a moment about being watched by the ANBU while he was doing his own private thing. The creeped him out so much that it made him wince. And besides, our hero, the gallant Yuumaru Senju of the Hidden Jungle Village, did no such things! He is too honorable for such lewd pastimes, baka!

“YOSHAA! Thank you, Yoshi-chan! I can barely hold my excitement at the thought of training with you! To think that I’ll be able to train with the Green-Haired Hero who saved me all those years ago! I could just burst with excitement!” Our hero still thought of Yoshi-chan as Yoshi-chan, the girl brave enough to stand up for him against his bullies, not the Jinchuuriki that she was made into for the sake of the village. Our hero continued, “I am not the same helpless boy you saved in the past, my heroine. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but there’s only one Beast in the Hidden Jungle Village, and that’s me! Senju Yuumaru, the Blue Beast of the Senju Clan! You better tell that beast inside you to be careful around me… I might just get pissed off and erase him from existence! Just tell me if he starts bothering you…” Our hero then smiled at his heroine, and this time, talked in a more non-childish tone. “No worries, Yoshi-chan. I’ll be with you all the way. We’ll tame your beast together.”

Our hero felt relieved for a second because the heroine stuck her arms through the sleeves of her hoodie again. Finally, our hero could finally rest without holding his nosebleed from squirting all over the splendid young woman. Our hero was puzzled though, because the girl didn’t seem to have the intention of zipping her jacket up. Then, without warning, the heroine suddenly leaned away from our hero, with her back arching along the arm of the couch. Because she leaned on her back, the hoodie inadvertently and conveniently (wait, what? convenient? Our hero is not a pervert! What are you talking about?! *blush*) spread to reveal her 3P breasts again to our hero. And if you’re wondering what 3P is, it is basically a description that Yuumaru came up with *cough* I mean someone came up with that means Peerless, Perfect, and Perky. Anyways, before our hero’s Hero Reflexes could act and make him turn away, her legs suddenly went up, making Yuumaru pause and look for just a second. A second that proved too long as the sexy heroine then brought her sleek legs to our hero’s sides and hooked them around him. By now, there was a drop of red, passionate blood about to escape from Yuumaru’s nose. If this was any other man, the nosebleed would have spurted all over Yoshi-chan’s fine body. But our hero was a proud Senju and a just, noble gentleman! He would never dishonor a young woman like Yoshi-chan! Never! The heroine’s hair was now covering part of her face in a very seductive manner. She then looked at our hero in the most irresistible and sultry manner while licking her upper teeth.

Mature:

While all of this happened, he heard another explosion. Strangely, the play didn’t seem to be portraying an action scene. In fact, Yuumaru remembered this Act when he was watching “The Hero of Love” with Tomoko-chan. This was the Act VII, where Amagawa-san was wooing the Shichiyou Princess while dangling from a giant cherry tree. Although our hero took notice of this, you know how sometimes you think about stuff but you were so caught up in the moment or situation you’re in that you just put whatever you were thinking to the side? Yes. That is exactly what is happening to our hero right now. However, as he was about to say his one trillionth sorry, another, louder explosion was heard by our hero. Suddenly, the projection of the play down below disappeared from the wall in front of the two heroes. Two more explosions. Our hero could now feel the ground shaking. Rushing to the binoculars, he peeked to see what was happening down below. What he saw astounded him. He remembered his sensei, the kage of the village, once tell him, “The world will end first before the Hidden Glacier gets attacked. This village has never been nor will it ever be touched.” He gulped in disbelief at what was happening before his eyes right now. He turned to Yoshi-chan with a grim look on his face. “Yoshi-chan… below…” our hero didn’t need to finish. He knew Yoshi-chan knew what was happening. Our hero felt terrified. Not because he was scared for himself, but because he guessed that the attackers, whoever they were, were searching for Yoshi-chan, his savior. She was a treasured Jinchuuriki, after all...

Our hero steeled himself after Yoshi told him to show her that he wasn’t helpless anymore. This is my chance to show off to the girl who saved me… Just watch me, Yoshi-chan! Our hero scanned the situation before him. He had to hold on to the platform where the binoculars were attached to keep from falling after the fifth explosion made the Closed Box shake once again, this time more violent than all the other times. For some reason, however, our hero did not feel a single trace of fear. Maybe because he wanted to show off to Yoshi-chan? Maybe Yoshi-chan’s words were so moving that it removed every trace of fear from Yuumaru’s body? Or maybe because, deep in his heart, he knew Yoshi-chan was there and she would save him if he ever becomes endangered. “Come here.”


Without warning, Yuumaru put his right arm around Yoshi-chan’s waist. “Hold on tight. Sparrow’s Flight!” Yuumaru’s legs started glowing with bright blue chakra. He then swept Yoshi-chan from under and now carried her bridal-style. He then jumped down from the Closed Box and did a front flip before landing on his feet on the ground, his chakra protecting his legs and feet from injury. The impact of his landing was immense; there was now a crater where he landed with Yoshi-chan, and a small “earthquake” was felt by all around them, including the bandits! “Hey! Aniki! Look! A green-haired girl! That’s her! The monster! The Rokubi! The White Tiger!” Yuumaru felt his whole body tense in anger because of the way the bandits were referring to Yoshi-chan. She’s not the White Tiger… She’s a human being, with dreams and aspirations just like everyone else… Our hero thought to himself. Setting Yoshi-chan down, he then turned to her, ignoring all the commotion around them. For a brief moment, it seemed like it was just the two of them in the whole universe.


There is an old saying, that when two people are skilled warriors, or if two people have a special “bond,” they can communicate with each other with just a simple look. And that’s exactly what happened between our two heroes. In that brief second, Yuumaru looked at Yoshi-chan as if telling her, “Let’s kick some a** !!” And with that, the ringing in Yuumaru’s ears returned, and he felt the sixth explosion’s heat from behind him, and he heard the screams of people being slaughtered by the bandits, and finally, he heard and saw the bandits coming for the two of them. “Henge!” Yuumaru transformed the kunai that he got out of his pocket into a shiny katana, and as the first bandit jumped for him, tanto in hand, our hero skillfully stabbed the bandit ninja’s abdomen first. When Yuumaru took out his now bloody sword, the bandit slumped to the ground, blood and some of his guts pouring from the hole made by Yuumaru’s sword. There were still bandits everywhere, and it seemed as if they were now turning their attention to them. He saw three more bandits to his nine o’clock, and he went to them, knowing that Yoshi is safe by herself.


“Henge!” Yuumaru then transformed his katana into a Demon Shuriken, and threw it at the closest of the three advancing bandits. The bandit jumped to the air to dodge the unusually low throw of Yuumaru. “Wrong move, baka!” Yuumaru shouted, as he activated Shunshin no Jutsu. In a split second, Yuumaru slashed the bandit’s throat with another kunai midair, and since the second bandit was just behind that bandit in the air in a perfect line, Yuumaru descended to the ground, picked up the flying shuriken that the now killed bandit dodged just moments ago, and used that shuriken to slice the second bandit’s torso in two. For the third bandit, this was unbelievable. In a second, two of his dear comrades lay on the ground, both their corpses oozing thick blood. It seemed like the ninja before him was no human at all. It seemed as if he was a beast. One look from Yuumaru was enough to make the third bandit flinch for a second, and that was enough time for Yuumaru to impale the bandit to the wall behind him with the Demon Shuriken.

I wonder how Yoshi-chan is doing...

Yoshi found herself watching Yuumaru after catching her balance once more. She'd been sent stumbling to the side for a brief moment as the ground beneath her shook from the force of a fifth, supposedly closer explosion. She was impressed with the look on his face; Yuumaru was devoid of fear or hesitation at this moment, and she could tell just by looking at him. Shoulders and jaw set squarely, chest out slightly, a stiff upper lip and fiery eyes. He definitely didn't look like the crying kid she'd saved a long time ago. The moment that Yuumaru-kun spoke up, telling Yoshi to come over to him, she danced over to him excitedly. She was really curious to see what he would do next, and when she felt his arm around her waist and heard his following words, she got a good idea of what was going to happen. In truth, it was very similar to her plan; she'd wanted to grab onto him and jump down, waiting until the last moment to jump a second time using her unique E-ranked jutsu in order to divert all of the momentum into a forward roll. Yuumaru's jutsu was much more impressive, though, and as Yuumaru lifted Yoshi up bridal-style, the green-haired girl simply giggled and flung her arms around his neck, holding on tightly.

Yoshi was surprisingly unphased by the words of the men that were after her; she'd been called much worse in her time, after all, and unlike most jinchuuriki she'd actually volunteered for the position. Before Yuumaru had a chance to set Yoshi down, though, she took the pause as an opportunity to jump out of his arms and do a nice little flip before landing squarely in the crater next to Yuumaru. She locked eyes with him now, and felt the same sensation of suddenly being alone with Yuumaru, like nothing else mattered at all.

Yoshi gave a cocky smirk and nodded to Yuumaru as he shot her a look that could only be interpretted as "Let's wreck these fools", or something to that effect anyway, and as the sixth explosion gathered everyone's attention Yoshi took her chance to disappear. She's managed to jump a good distance away, riding the explosion's shockwave in order to increase her height and distance, while maintaining balance in mid-air so that she could land properly, doing a roll to negate most of the damage that the fall would have caused. She didn't bother looking at Yuumaru again, for now; it was go time. She had to focus on efficiently eliminating all of the bandits before more people could die because of her. Immediately, Yoshi decided that she should avoid using any large-scale techniques, especially any fire-style techniques. She didn't want to cause more damage than had already been done, and there were still innocent people that could get in the way and be hurt, not to mention Yuumaru. She took a moment to look around the area, lowering herself into a guarded stance as she scouted all of the bandits. There were about 12 in total, that she could see, probably a similar number scattered about in places that she couldn't see, and likely a backward guard of about 6 men waiting outside the building. She nodded, deciding that this was a fair estimation, and began to think of an attack plan.

She was interupted before she was done thinking, however, by a rather rude individual trying to grab her from the side. The man yanked her off-balance, but Yoshi quickly rolled with the motion, jumping into the air and to the side, towards the bandit who had decided to attack her. She twisted mid-air, doing a sort of barrel roll before smashing her elbow down onto his head, knocking him out cold from the built-up momentum combined with both his and her strength, since he was pulling her towards him. The bandit crumpled to the ground, and Yoshi fell atop him now, rolling to the side almost immediately. The roll was executed just in time to avoid n overhead slash from a very large bandit wielding what appeared to be a scottish claymore. She quickly assessed the difference between her strength and the bandit's, and decided that she'd rather take him on from a distance to avoid any serious wounds from his hulking weapon.

She expertly ducked a kick from a man that had come at her from the side, reaching up and grabbing onto his leg, pulling him off balance and throwing him viciuously against the claymore-wielding beefcake of a man. She then cartwheeled off to the side while the man was distracted, jumping into the air and doing a mad flurry of hand seals. Once the final seal, a ram, was completed, Yoshi let out a stream of air from her mouth that formed immediately into a small dust devil that buffeted the claymore dude and his little buddy that she had just thrown at him. Them, she turned in mid air, gaining momentum once more and at the same time using her 'updraft' technique to jump towards the two bandits. The twister she had fired at them had raised them into the air slightly, and caused some serious damage to them by ripping up nearby seats and smashing them with said bits of chairs. The larger of the two bandits let out an angry growl, throwing the smaller to the ground beneath him in order to get him out of the way; sadly for the bandit, he had accidentilly thrown his sword away, as well. It was too late for the large bandit to try anything else, as Yoshi (spinning through the air quite gracefully now) suddenly dropped down on top of him with tremendous force, for a girl her size, that is. As she dropped on him, she executed two spinning kicks in rapid succession, the first being a high kick that dazed the bandit and sent him towards the ground even faster than he had been falling, and the second was a mid-kick that slammed him into the ground, sandwiching the smaller bandit from before between the rather heavy hulk of a man and the ground. Both men were now unconcious, and Yoshi found herself taking a brief moment to admire her work.

That moment was one too much though, and she quickly realized the folly of her pause and loss of focus as a bandit came from behing her and smacked her upside the head with a board that had been ripped from the theater house somewhere among the six explosions. She stumbled forward, rubbing her head and growling at the man viciously, "Ow! That hurt, you jerk!" Luckily, the man had fairly average strength, and she was tougher than the average person, so it barely left a bruise on her. She turned on one heel, before quickly delivering a brutal turning side-kick to the man's neck, knocking him out in a single move. Then, she spotted something off to the side; a group of bandits setting another bomb near the entrance to this theater. "So, they're planning to trap us in her, eh? Well, I can't allow that! Not as long as there are still innocent people in here!" She had been thinking out loud when she said this, not really meaning to speak. Still, it at least gave Yuumaru a bit of information on the current situation, since she had spoken up at the exact moment that he paused to wonder how she was doing. She looked at Yuumaru, now, as she ran past him at a surprising speed (She was sprinting at about 18 miles per hour, or 30 km/hour). The look that she shot to Yuumaru was something along the lines of "You finish up the idiots over here, I'll take care of the bomb squad".