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It's fairly strange how one minute someone can cloud gaze in total peace and the next minute some odd smelling smoke would cloud your nostrils. Wait...smoke? At first the stench was bearable, but before long tears of annoyance assembled into the silver Sakurai's eyes. He'd huff in a huge breath of air, filling his lungs with this ever so growing burning smell...the smell of metal? Paper? What could this be? As he scanned the area in search of the root of the smell, Takahiro's view would be blocked by forrests full of trees.

"If I could see past those damn trees!".

Just at that momment his mind would flash hundreds of images: ashy lary...dirty diaper...who ate my picked bananas. His glazed over look would stare far out into the trees before finally coming to the realization that maybe wood was being burned. Would could indeed make fire, Hiro learned that from experience, but what baffled him was how a fire broke out all the way in this gentle area? Maybe some bears did it...was it a land whale...maybe DOCTOR OCTOGANOPUS! Unlikely.

Hiro's eyes moved without notice, searching through the trees from afar. Before he could muster the energy to remove himself, the young genin would hear the faint screams of a girl getting closer and closer. He put a finger to his lips to make sure he wasn't the screamer. Soon after his eyes would wander, finding the culprit of the screaming. A young girl, not bad looking at that, would scream her head off, flailing about as if something was on fire...oh yeah the fire! Hiro, in his simple, one track mind, forgot totally of the smoke. The frantic girl finally crossed the massive meadow to reach Hiro, telling her situation.

"Your family? Where? Does it have to do with this smoke?"

Nimble legs would move at the speed of a sixty year old with arthritis, but Hiro would follow the girl wherever she went. He now had one mission: save the burning monkeys!

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"Stay hidden until I say come out".

Odd how the day could go from perfect to horrible, just in the blink of an eye. It had been Hiro's very first break since his trip to Kumogakure, but to his dismay it had to be ruined. Firm knees would find their way to the floor as he'd sluggishly crouch down, contemplating the situation. He'd count the attackers in his head before returning to the hidden people.

"Theres five of them, when I get up I want you all to make a break for the border. We're about 10 minutes away by foot, so don't stop for anything. Understood.

Takahiro would give it several seconds before returning his gaze back to the bandits. Golden eyes would gently close, reopening to a vivid indigo like color with triangles at certain angles. Sansuegan activated, Hiro would feel a surge of duty overcome him as he thought about what could happen if he messed this up. With a large breath of air, Hiro realized a flaw in his plan, so there'd be some changes. He'd have to take advantage of the skill of suprise and stick to the shadows. He'd also have to use the hidden boy as help when needed. Slender black gloves would reach out to grasp at the lucious brown dirt, black armor plated shoes arched fourty-five degrees, and with one push Hiro'd sling himself around the blindside of the caravan.

A perfect combat roll would level out the indigo eyed boy as he'd make sure the coast was clear. He'd focus his eyes on the dirt ahead of him, spotting out any and all indents, alas there was none. Apparently the attackers hadn't gotten to this side yet. Hiro would cautiously creep his slim body around the side of the caravan, peeping around the corner like a lion hunting it's prey. His head would jerk back as he'd hear the sound of footsteps, the crushing of dried leaves on the ground. Curious eyes would await the attacker to turn the corner then pounce! Takahiro had lunged forward with all his might at the masked bandit.

Hiro would proceed through the air with his arms wrapped ever so tightly on the bandit, flying through the air like the lion who'd actually caught his prey. The prey and hunter would land 10 meters away from each other, on the side of one of the burning caravans. Both would rise and both would stare each other from across the space. The boy would pull a kunai from it's pouch, then he'd charge chakara to the balls of his feet and release a massive leap to clear the space, moving at untraceable speeds. Once the shunshin had gotten him to his destination, a furious swipe of the kunai would be thrown at the bandit, hoping to hit it's mark.

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1/3 shunshins used
Sansuegan Active

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A lifeless body would lay before Takahiro. A scream would fill his eardrum as he'd ready to bound around the corner, but instead he had something else in store. Charging chakara into his eyes and forming the needed handseals, Hiro would be able to register heat signatures as if his eyes were infared cameras. He'd see the three bandits closing in on the boy, closing too fast for Takahiro to comprehend= Now he'd have to think on his feet and act quickly. Deactivating his infared techniques, Hiro would crouch down, charging a hefty sum of chakara into his legs, and bound far up into the air. He'd climb to twelve feet easily, then he'd begin to move towards the group.

A large scale shadow towered over all three bandits as Takahiro begun his not so stealthy decent. Desperate eyes searched for something to land on and finally they did. Legs closed tightly together, the falling boy would swiftly spin mid air, attempting to get up some speed until finally, BOOM!

His feet had hit their mark, right on the shoulders of one of the bandits. The long haired thief sprawled to the floor, Hiro springing over his body in another combat roll type motion. Now, fifteen meters seperated Hiro from his two assailants while the biy stayed just two feet behind Hiro. The soft body of the bandit made for a perfect landing point for Hiro as he'd use the, now dead, man's body to keep his legs in tact. The bandits would draw nearer, as would the noble genin. Now, both bandits stopped eiggt meters from Hiro, five meters from each other, in a triangle type formation. A standoff was afoot, but who'd come out alive?

A roaring shout could be heard through the clearing as the two bandits charged Hiro. The young konoha ninja moves not a muscle, even as the two came just three feet from him. Once they reached two feet they were in a world of trouble. Bone like digits would move at the speed of light as Takahiro delivered a flurry of punches towards bith attackers. The attacker left of Hiro dodged all but two whereas the one on the right dodged them all. The bandit on the left began his onslaught of kicks while the other one threw only punches. Takahiro dodged each one with great precision until he'd suddenly hesitate and both a kick and punch would connect.

Hiro would be sent packing five meters backwards, nearly hitting the boy who stood by watching. Each breath burned, each blink stung, cotton mouth set in and it felt like Hiro would lose this fight trying to protect the boy. Time for plan B!

"Get out now! Go with the others while you can. I cannot fight at full strength while trying to protect you."

As the boy receeded to the woods, Takahiro would regain his composure, two soon to be dead men in his view. Before they even got with striking distance Hiro had jumped forward, kunai in handed, and impaled one of the bandits. Now all that remained was one. With excellent timing and precision, Hiro would duck to avoid a fatal punch, unsheath his sword and then slice at the final bandit. He remained in his crouching position, sword extended, when a blood soaked head rolled past his feet.