And on the third day... (P, nk, IO)

Haru watched the two boys attempting to escape from their bonds, and decided “Hey, this isn’t fun anymore.” Honestly, he had grown tired of pretending to be running a zombie infested forest. He figured it would be best to make the boys think this had all been just a dream. Applying sufficient force to the skull should be enough to take care of THAT particular issue. The clone that was impersonating Sayuri would stare blankly at Altar when the boy cut her free, before rushing forwards, using the speed that belonged to Haru’s true body, and swinging a fist at Altar’s temple with great force. If the hit connected, Altar would be knocked out cold, this time out of commission for quite a while. Sayuri would then advance on Mekishiko, doing the same to him. Once both boys were knocked out, the real Haru would appear, dispersing both of the clones and looking around.
”Well, this was fun while it lasted.” He muttered, picking the two up over either of his shoulders. He would leap down, through the forest, placing the two boys on the ground as he exited the place. Turning, Haru would make a few hand signs, before resuming control of his trees, drawing them back into the earth, as if they had never been there to begin with.

”There. Like it never happened.” He said, turning to look at the two unconscious genin. ”I suppose there IS one way to get back at Altar for ruining my day.” He said, pulling a marker from his pocket, and drawing on his face, giving him highly emphasized eyebrows and a touch o’ soul, figuring that would draw a laugh or two from passerby before he realized what had happened. Haru shrugged, beginning to walk off. Maybe next time he wouldn’t invite that annoying kid to the party.

(Exit, TWC: 3014)

+Wood Release: Cutting Learned
+15 stats

Approved.

Mekishiko felt a sudden blow to his head, so suddenly that he could not react to it. He fell to the ground, unconscious. He awoke several hours later, looking around confusedly. He saw the other boy who had been in the fight, with features drawn on his face. He laughed hysterically at the sleeping boy, sitting up and dusting himself off, deciding that after a night like that, it was best to just head home.


(Exit, TEC: 1356)