| rdfs:comment | - The hard foot steps, smashed up against the ground as many shinobi ran through the land. The loud thumbs of rain smacked as each droplet hit the ground. Voices of different shinobi shouted out to each other. Some giving commands, others giving heads up on what to do next. In the front of the running group of shinobi ran Shiroyasha head of Konoha's ANBU Black Ops. His hands swinging behind him as he ran, and nearly a war's company of people following him. A shinobi following him, sped up, finally coming to Shiroyasha's side. He looked with distraught, as if he were scared to even talk to Shiroyasha.
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| abstract | - The hard foot steps, smashed up against the ground as many shinobi ran through the land. The loud thumbs of rain smacked as each droplet hit the ground. Voices of different shinobi shouted out to each other. Some giving commands, others giving heads up on what to do next. In the front of the running group of shinobi ran Shiroyasha head of Konoha's ANBU Black Ops. His hands swinging behind him as he ran, and nearly a war's company of people following him. A shinobi following him, sped up, finally coming to Shiroyasha's side. He looked with distraught, as if he were scared to even talk to Shiroyasha. "Shiroyasha-san, our front lines have lost. What are your orders." He states, looking ahead. He then shifted his view back to the group behind him. "This is nearly all we have left." Shiroyasha's eyes closed, his senses sparked. Looking ahead, he readied as if he were gonna jump. "It's time to finish this." Shiroyasha stated, as he sprung into the air, his his hand underneath his white robe, he clashed with one he met in the air. Both holding Swords in their hands. After the clash, the two jumped back, glaring at each other giving no let up. One trying to make the other quiver with just a simple look. Trivial? Maybe so. But this was Shiroyasha's style.
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