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As he fumbled with words Naraku became glad with the apparent friendlessness of the two Shinobi who had gone so far as to invite him into their training. “Sure! But be warned I am a Master Shinobi in-training!” He barked with such vigor like a wolf howling to the moon that sits so far beyond him.

“Jinkies!” He barely had time to respond when suddenly the young Ranta took position and began his assault on Naraku. Within the pillowing embrace of the smoke, Naraku would perform a series of hand seals, fingers swiftly maneuvering allowing for the miracle known as a Shinobi’s might. Jumping from the dark cloud would be seven versions of Naraku each the spitting image of him this act was the jutsu known as the ‘Haze Clone Jutsu’.

“Lets rumble boys!” All seven copies howled with delight monkeys readying themselves for an attack and so they encircled the two who were for this moment enemies to be brought to their knees. Each clone took a knee, waiting for the response of the prey who walked into the predator's den.

Among the seven no truth would be found, the true Naraku used the mighty gale of smoke to hide himself in the cradle of trees being still as ice floating carefully in the embrace of water. He watched from afar suppressing his presence as he watched the hunt unravel and the prey to reveal their weakness.