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| - There was a stiff ringing sound playing in Asura's head. He opened his eyes only to see his ship completely wrecked to pieces. The once perfectly crafted ship by Kirigakure was a complete disaster. It was dark where he was, but the strong rays of the sun managed to slip it's way through the cracks of the ship providing a light source. Pushing boards from the wreck ship aside with his only free arm, Asura slowly began to stand to his feet. Standing up halfway slumped, Asura's arm that was trapped under boards dangled as if it were broken. "Ah dammit! Kirigakure, what a very interesting place indeed." Looking around Asura found a whole to slip his way through, landing his feet finally on ground. The sand from the island founds its way into Asura's shoes forcing him to lift his foot. "Tokaku-kun, Tōko-hime, it's time to get out here." "Asura-san, forgive me...but if you cannot answer this question correctly I'll have no choice but to cut you down where you stand," a familiar voice spoke from behind the young Uzumaki, belonging to none other than Tōko Kannagi. The dark haired maiden had her sword drawn and directed towards her teammate as she stood atop a broken piece of the wreckage. "What did I tell you to never forget on the day we graduated from the academy?" she inquired with a cold tone that matched her stern expression perfectly. Placing his hand on his what appeared to be broken shoulder, he paused for a second. He began to think back on that day at which they graduated from the academy, but nothing bright came to his mind. Only thing in his brain was scientific, and of course that had nothing to do with it. Showing both his top and both teeth, he closed them together and began to suck in air. "I'm unaware of what you are talking about Tōko-hime. Did I miss something during my dissections?" "Dissections?" she thought to herself, tightening the grip she had on her blade as she wondered if the answer was an attempt to throw her off. "If you truly don't remember how we met, perhaps you are better off dead." Smirking at his teammates remark, Asura grabbed his shoulder tighter then glared at Tōko. "You should know Tōko-hime..." Asura applied immense pressure to his shoulder pushing it back into place, and a loud cracking sound filled the air. He spun his arm clock, showing off his double jointability. "That I can not die." Sighing, Tōko sheathed her blade and hopped down from the wreckage. "That trait will suffice, I suppose," she comments, "Though, I would have preferred you to just answer a question normally." Slung over her shoulder was a small amount of supplies, in addition to her own gear, that she had recovered from the ruins of the vessel. While it contained food to last to for a couple of days if managed well, they would need a source of fresh water soon. Taking a step onto the sand, Tōko immediately paused as her foot sunk noticeably into the soft surface. "This isn't going to do at all," she comments, opting to instead step across the broken pieces of wood. "Asura-san, this location will likely become a battlefield in the coming hours," Tōko begins, surveying the area carefully, "Given the relative openness of our surroundings sneak attacks are less likely, but not impossible. As such, once we are able to reconvene with Tokaku-san, I suggest we make preparations to that end. Most notably in respect to our mobility limitations." Suggesting that preparation and forethought would give them an undeniable advantage in combat, the kunoichi had already begun developing strategies for their situation. "Additionally..." she continued in a lowered tone, "My memories are hazy regarding the events just prior to the crash. Do you recall the details of our scroll?" Some few miles away, a blond haired child drifted ashore, his closed eyes suggesting he was still very much asleep. It was an odd sequence of events, given that he had been separated from the rest of his team. Luckily for him, he suffered no severe injuries, aside from the fact that his hair was now dirtied with bits of sand. The attempts of the scorching rays of the sun dancing upon his face to awaken him from his slumber proved futile at first, though given sometime, it actually managed to wake him up. Donning his usual aloof expression, Tokaku looked about at his new surroundings, a large bubble forming from his left nostril. "Huh?" He inquired, rubbing his eyes with both hands to conceive the scenery in full. He then immediately looked towards his side frantically, and sighed in relief as he noted his katana beside him. Had he lost such a valuable asset, if would have been the same as dying. Naturally, he rose to his feet and dusted off his kimono before attending to his sandals, which had also been dirtied by the sheer abundance of sand. In the distance, he could sense the chakra of his teammates, and more importantly, the chakra of a nearby team. Then came the time to make an important decision. Should he regroup with his squad? Or chase after the enemy all on his own? For a shinobi of his level, such a task would be near impossible at best. However, the spoils of victory clouded his mind momentarily, and Tokaku found himself heaving in the opposite direction. He would dispose of this genin team and then make Tōko his bride. "No, not really. It didn't contain anything pertaining to the human body, or a new technique. Therefore... no I did not, it was not interesting." Asura brushed his hand through his glossing red hair. "Honey, aren't you supposed to use a different honorific. Something like i don't know, heika?" Rubbing his head at this point, he became bored of his very own words. "Ah right, that kid who switches bodies and stuff." Shaking her head in disappointment, Tōko decided to not even respond to her teammate's comments. Though she did wonder why are the males her age had such delusions of grandeur, deciding it was likely a demographic phenomenon. On second thought, after considering the consequences of approaching the enemy alone, he concluded that his chances at impressing Tōko would only diminish had he trotted off into battle on his own. Instead, he turned around, and headed off towards the location of his teammates. He already had a plan in mind, hopefully getting there wouldn't be much of an issue. Asura sighed as it had been taking his young Yamanaka lad to get there faster. "Hm, I guess we can lay out a little tactic I had in mind, Tōko." In attempts to head over to the scattered boards, Asura struggled to walk through the sand. Finally making it over to a pile of boards. Asura began to place the boards in designated positions while tweaking them to his liking. Looking at Tōko, Asura began to explain. "Should make us walking into the sunset much more better. Then the dissection will have more meaning to it." The sand proved difficult to move around in, and to make matters worse, Tokaku was forced to leave foot prints behind. Nonetheless, he carried on, hoping to reach the location of his teammates before long. "Seems he had the same line of thought as me," Tōko thought to herself, "...but for a bit of added flavor." Joining in on the preparations, Tōko glanced over the surroundings. If not for the promise of several days worth of upcoming life or death combat, and the unnatural concentration of male egos, then this location would make an excellent holiday retreat. Returning to the task at hand, Tōko hoped that Tokaku met with them sooner rather than later. As much as it irked her to admit it, three people would be more useful than two at this point. Accompanied by a gentle breeze, Tokaku appeared behind his teammates; setting down upon one knee, he presented a random bouquet of flowers to Tōko, almost as if he was neglecting the matters at hand all together. In truth, Tokaku's mind was always raveled in the game of love. In this particular instance, he had devoted his very soul to Tōko. Other times in the past, it had been the girl next door, the mailman's daughter, even the ramen shop owner's wife. However, it was not to say that the boy was not without limitations. Almost as quickly as he had lowered himself onto his knee, he rose, attending to the true matters at hand. The little stunt he had pulled earlier had been to set the tone; had he not given them a clear indication of his foolishness, they may not have truly believed it was him and not some sort of impostor. "Tōko-chan! Did you miss me?" He began, with a rather large grin overtaking his face. To greet his fellow male ally, Tokaku offered him a quick glance, before diverting his attention back to the beautiful maiden once more. "I'm sorry I left you with this guy. But on my time away, I figured out a bit of a strategy." Watching as his third teammate had finally made his way to where they were. After hearing the boy declaration that he had a plan, Asura was literally forced to lift an eyebrow. "Tokaku, please tell me this is another one of your jokes. You remember the last time you hatched a plan, Tokaku?" Asura was awaiting an answer seriously, it wasn't an open ended question, we wouldn't stop until Tokaku actually answered. Tokaku assumed Asura was referring to their separation. As far back as he could remember, it was more of Asura's fault than anything; to place the blame on an innocent being such as himself was degrading. "Yeah, right!" Tokaku exclaimed, his eyebrows narrowing. "As if this was all my fault. Either way, this plan I have is a real killer. It might even make you look good, as impossible as that may be."
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