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Rania was running full speed towards the are in which Hinata had been practicing her new skills. Rania mentally cursed as she ran. Whatever was after Hinata, it was going to succeed unless it was stopped. Rania could feel Danoks presence behind her, nearly in step. She rounded the last corner into the open field and saw Hinata fighting the attackers as best she could. She was using her skills and not her eyes to defend herself. Rania, without hesitation, jumped onto the nearest attacker. Drawing her sword from her belt, she began hacking away at attackers. Red blood poured out the wounds. These are pawns of someone's sick plan. Rania thought, cutting down another one. Danok too was cutting the attackers but they couldn't get closer enough to Hinata to help her. The others were too far behind even at full run. One of the attackers, covered in black with only eyeholes to see, hit Hinata over the head. Hinata, tired from fighting, fell to her knees from the blow. Quickly, Rania threw the creatures she was fighting away from herself and tried to get to Hinata only to be stopped again by more attackers. She heard a rustling of cloth and seen the attacker who stuck Hinata from behind fly threw the air. Rania glanced over to see the masked nin helping Hinata. The masked nin helped Hinata to her feet.

"Are you able to continue?" the masked nin asked. Hinata nodded. The masked nin then stood back to back with Hinata. The attackers pressed on. The masked nin protected Hinata's back while Hinata d

fought off the every growing attack. Rania, not wanting to use her ability in front if the nins yet, was using her short sword. Her arm was aching but she fought onward. These were nin used as fodder, to steal, to destroy without their master losing his best. One non then began to summon a power that would blind Hinata's eyes. As they fought, chakra claws appeared, aimed for Hinata. The masked nin, sensing this, whirled Hinata around just as Tsunade and the others got there and the claws fell. Instead of Hinata's eyes, they tore the masked nins mask from his face, revealing it to all present. The nin looked at the attackers, his face cold. He was ending this fight.

Wood Style: Wooden Spikes. The nin said. Spikes rose up from the ground, impaling the last of the attackers. Tsunade stood, awe and disbelief on her face. Only the Senju bloodline could use Wood Style. The nin removed the ruin hooded mask he wore. And Tsunade held her Light brown hair and brown eyes greeted her. Tsunade spoke then, her voice cracking

"Nawaki"

In a land to the east of Velos.

A man stood on the edge of a steep path, awaiting his companion. His keen crystal blue eyes set in a sun kissed face. He wore a loose white tunic top and brown pants that ended at his boot tops. He was tall but extremely well built, muscles like cougar. His light blue hair, shoulder length, blew in the wind. His horse, a bay stallion, waiting with him. His companion was late but not so as to worry him. He waited, watching the sky, when he heard horses hooves. All his senses were on alert because he knew that his friend would never run his horse like that unless he was trying to get away. Over the rim came another man, dressed in dark velvet. He was been down over the horses neck so as to appear to be one. Quickly, he turned toward his companion.

"We must go with all haste. The guards caught me as I was leaving. I had to stop four of them. They are hunting me now but I've gotten what our Lady wanted." The man said. The other nodded.

"Capus should be at shore now. We will ride until we touch the ships deck. You will ride in front." The man said, swinging into his saddle. The other said nothing. Quickly, they aimed their horses towards the shore. The guards were behind them by half a mile. The first man heard a whizz as arrows flew by. Quickly, he turned around to check his companion.

The other was pulling into a stop.

"What are you doing?" the first spoke. The second yelled.

"Ride on! I will stop these men. Go, I'll meet you on the shore!" The first grimaced but understood. The information they had gotten needed to get to their Lady as fast as possible and the guards would alert others. Whirling his horse, he rode towards shore. The second man turned on the soldiers. The soldiere rode up. The second man stood still.

"Where is your friend?!" One demanded. The man said nothing. One decided to strike at the man. The man looked at him with the coldest eyes. The soldier began to tremble. This a man of legends from his people, a line long since removed from his homeland in the far north. The captain of the soldiers spoke

"Salas, what is wrong with you? Kill him."

"I can't, a curse of doom is upon us now For the man before us is no ordinary man but kristallisoturi. The crystal warrior of death." He said. As he finished, a clear chilling laugh rang out.

"So, a little fish has heard of my line of people. I serve the hood of the world. I am both a servant and a master. I am Garret, the kristallisoturi of death and I've come for you." the man said. Chill laughter rang from his lips as the soldiers, transfixed by his laugh, became crystal figures. Not one dmsoldier remained. Garret turned his horse towards shore and shortly joined his companion on the silver boat. As he neared his companion, the other turned to look at him. Seeing no damage, the other sighed.

"Thank goodness, Garret. I was hoping you didn't get injured. You crystallized them didn't you?" the man asked. Garret nodded.

"Yes. I did. I know, Taursus, one day you are going to stop worting about me and worry about yourself. You are still hunted in your native home." Taursus looked at Garret, eyes burning bright.

"I will not repent ffor killing those Tower Mages. They tried to harvest my power and raped my sister into death. I will not let them think that they've won. I will see them dead before I die. Taursus the kuoleman mage will not be so easily killed. Besides, Lady Rania would raze us to the ground if we did that."

"Indeed, death mage, indeed." the crystal warrior spoke softly, watching the land disappear on the horizon. We are finally going to stop that monster who destroyed our lives, Tar, but it will be justice not vengeance for he is the boil and we are the lance. I will see him pay for destroying our home, and for the lives he took and almost took. Sleep well, traitor, for your hour of judgment is near.

In castle of grey stone, a man sat up from his sleep. He turned to his right where his queen lay sleeping still. Shrugging, he settlsettles back into bed, content that no one dare take him. As he closes his eyes, a chill laugh echoed in his mind. A laugh that promised vengeance and justice.