The White Flash

Distraction Unit

A.N. I don't remember showing this, but this is what Ayumi's eyes look like when the seed activates.

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With one wave of the fan, a cyclone barreled towards the beautifully crafted oak gates; it tore them from their hinges and blasted the few guards who were standing guard behind it. Ayumi led the charge. Sprinting through the splintered opening. Shouts of surprise rolled like a wave. A mercenary swung his hand to the hatchet on his hip. Brows furrowing, he raised it above his head. She ducked in. A hand slid from her hip to her weapons pouch. A slender finger hooked on the hoop of a kunai. Spinning it into her palm. She grabbed his wrist and pushed it to the side. The kunai sliced through the jowl and buried to the wrapping. He fell.

            Foot sliding, she once again opted for her pouch. Three shuriken pinched between her fingers. Green eyes met with a raised great sword aimed towards a wooden doll. She threw them. They whisked a trim from the puppet's black hair before the first struck the mercenary's eye. His shout of pain cut short as the following two broke his poorly crafted vest. Sand brushed pass her arm. She turned as it engulfed a man just behind her. Lifting him from the ground and slamming him against the closest wall. The solid peach gaining a crimson splatter. A barbaric shout closed in on the right. She waited for the woman to swing her cleaver for Ayumi's head. She spun. One leg sticking out, she kicked the mercenary's legs out form under her. Her fingers wrapped around Onimaru's handle. Bumping the blade with a shoulder, she swung it over her head. The tip burying into the mercenary's chest and pinning her to the ground.

        Ayumi balanced herself on the pommel and took in the courtyard. Gaara had said there wasn't many. Said Genin stood near the center of the courtyard, arms crossed in front of his chest and a bored look on his face. The sand rose from his gourd and swiped at the mercenaries three at a time, Temari focused on those who ran, and Kankuro's puppet coiled around its opponents like a snake. Her eyes drifted to a combination of ash-grey and black, Hiro chased after a mercenary who fled towards the estate. She threw a kunai. As it sliced through the air, she squatted on the pommel and wrapped a hand around Onimaru's handle. She jumped.

            She was next to Hiro, catching her kunai from the air. With a gentle hop she twisted her torso, both hands on the handle. Onimaru sung in the wind. Slashing through the man's right shoulder and stopping mid-chest. Placing a foot against his back, Ayumi pushed him off the blade. "That should be everyone." Her head turned towards the bellows of alarm inside the estate. "In the courtyard at least."

            His piercing blue eyes travelled the aftermath, a heavy sigh falling against his shoulders and his tone low. "Do we... really have to kill them all?" A tuned whistle took over the air as Temari signaled the medical squad.

            "Like Hisaya said, mercenaries are loyal to their contracts," Bisuke reminded as he and Bull stopped beside them. "You may not have a choice."

            "But they are just swords for hire, right? There's got to be a way that doesn't have us killing all of them, right?"

            "And here I was beginning to think that you Leaf shinobi aren't all that bad," Kankuro said as he ventured closer, his puppet held under an arm. "But you really are just a bunch of wimps."

            "I'm not a wimp, but killing this many people is wrong!"

            "Hiro-kun." Ayumi carefully rested Onimaru along her shoulder, her head canting back she felt the warmth that emanated from the cracks against her skin. She looked at the stars. "The possibility of no one surrendering is high. If you can't handle it then feel free to stay here and help Kohei guard the medical squad and the family. The four of us are capable of handling the rest." Taking three kunai from her pouch she held them towards the siblings. "Each of you take one of these."