Let The Cry Ring

[Śākyamuni]

Click
Whir
Click

And the yo-yo swung back towards the sanguine haired Genin. The two axles ate up and then regurgitated the twine that kept it bound to his middle finger. It's length eaten up by the two plates affixed to either extremity of the axle.
'How quaint.'
Emyia studied the progress of the machine, daintily swinging upwards, and then down again. It was a most curious pattern, and a most wonderful toy.
The blonde once again examined the gig, adding his own hand's movement to the spinning motion, flicking the gadget into his hand. And then back out again. He repeated the process, this time catching the gizmo within his palm, and keeping it there.
Grasping hold of the twin plates, he twisted, and continued to twist, until the matching grooves finally ran out of slack to allow their continued conjoined status, and thus he separated the yo-yo into three parts. Soon to be four.
Sliding the string off the wooden axle he gathered all four into his palm.
He slid the two plates into his hand be simply altering the horizontal status of his hand into one that was approximately ninety degrees, enough so that friction could no longer keep the smooth surface of the yo-yo attached, while the course rope remained attached to his white glove. The wooden pole also had a smoother surface then it's remaining counterpart, but it's descent had been halted by a single curled finger, and it now lay resting against the limb.
He looked at the two metal plates resting in his hand.
'Shuriken.'
He glanced at the wooden rod resting against his little finger, he could easily envision a stream-lined serious or protrusions around it.
'Kunai.'
Finally he looked at the white string that grasped stubbornly to his glove. This too could also be replaced by a common Ninja Utility;
'Steel Wire.'
He gazed balefully at these trio of weapons. What was the point of them even being here?
Instead he glanced around the surrounding area, the crowds were think and heavy, the merchants loud and not as persuasive as they would have liked. Ninja and civilians swarmed here. And he was meeting up with a certain someone.
Who would answer his call?

[Anji//Corvus]

It was 3pm of a Sunday, the market as crowded as usual, with villagers streaming in from every direction. Shouta was there too, wearing his regular green coat and under it, black vest and white undershirt. No coat though, it was too hot of a day to wear that. His rather noble layer made him far away from what you expect from a shinobi and the only identification was the headband, which he didn't wear because he wasn't on a mission. He didn't like the headband at all, it sure looked ugly putting together with his rather elegant outfit.

Elegant or not, no one gave a damn about that in the market, they were there for the stalls, not to see a fashion show. Despite the crowd, Shouta navigated easily through them just by staying in the middle of the road instead of closer to the stalls on the side, avoiding carts and nearby passengers with ease thanks to his not-so-big body. After passing through the crowd, he was there, the meeting place, not so far away from the market yet a rather deserted corner.

He didn't know how many was supposed to be there - the letter didn't tell him that - but it seemed that he was the first one to arrive. He leant on the nearby wall, waiting for the other letter recipients to arrive.

[Śākyamuni]

Playing with his fingers idly, Emiya patiently waited for his counterparts too make a move, he was sure at least ONE person was going to show up. Perhaps they where merely playing a game? Mayahps, this was the start of an unofficial competition? Well then, he'd just have to announce himself on HIS terms. Not their own. And that meant...pulling out a Kunai, the Genin simply known as Emiya span around, and hurled it towards a group of people. The Kunai would never reach them. It lacked the sufficient power to do so. However, the sudden motion had hopefully distracted his opponents attention, that was if they where even there. This movement would be accompanied by the jutsu known as the Flicker Technique, which would be used to hone in the person who showed any sign of a protective reaction. If it was a no show, Emiya would simply re-appear next to the Kunai, and replace it within his pocket.

SPOILER: Click to show

>Body Flicker<

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[Anji//Corvus]

After a few attempts, Emiya got the right one. While Shimizu was merely an overaged genin with not much sign of improvement, he could sense the danger good enough and the piercing of a kunai through the air was something every shinobi used to felt and Shimizu is no exception. He felt it, on his right, and so he moved to the left in a speed that was not normal at all, it's Shunshin and apparently he was not the only one that knew how to use one.

He didn't know who threw the kunai or what's intention of it. Was that letter a trap from someone good enough to sneak into the village and lure shinobi out to kill them? Or was it just a test? He didn't know and safety was the first priority now. In an instant, the crows around the area started to stick around the green-clothed genin, flying around him all the time, ready to strike at his command.

"Are you the sender?" He asked, hoping to get more information.

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Lv = times learned

Scattering One Thousand Crows Technique Lv.2
Shunshin no Jutsu

[Śākyamuni]

Emiya frowned as he regarded the crows surrounding him. He counted roughly twenty which was a bad number for him. A more workable amount like five would be better. But in swarms like this, it became ridiculously hard to evade the blighter.
A male's voice drew his attention, he didn't know if this was a bluff or not, or even if the caster of the technique knew Emiya's location, but this wasn't a major deterred. He'd revealed himself first, it was a passing curtsy to do the same. Walking forwards to distinguish himself from amongst the crowd, he walked forward and picked the Kunai from the dirt. Wiping it gently against his trouser pocket, he turned a pair of sanguine optics to gaze balefully at his unnamed foe.
"Indeed I am. Shall we move to a more suitable area? This is a place of damage most collateral."

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Emiya gestured towards a area that appeared to be marginally closed off, the lack of bystanders was something both would require as it appeared the two of them shared more the taste if clothing. It appeared he like Emiya utilized area of effect techniques that required many moving parts.
"Emiya." The mention of his name was brief and more of a rushed pleasantry then anything else, the wait had gotten him all warmed up for this.[/i][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

[Anji//Corvus]

[Sorry for the wait, need to check this site more]

The boy showed up and looked like he meant no harm. He didn't try to attack Shouta at all and he was so calm there, picking the kunai casually like Shouta was no threat to him. Shouta has his vision locked on the boy, he didn't trust him yet even after he saw the boy's Kiri headband but it sure calmed him down a bit. He knew the crows were drawing attention. It was lucky that this was a shinobi village and the villagers are more used to weird things so they didn't freak out or something but still, the extra attention wasn't needed.

With a command of his mind, the crows flew above his top, resting on the roof of nearby buildings and standing by for any possible actions. "The name's Shouta and I am not in the mood for a battle. If that is why you send the letter, then sorry but I am out. If you have other business to talk about, then I see no reason to move." Just as he thought he was not in a battle, the boy's word changed his mind again. He couldn't find a raeson why he needs to fight another Kiri-nin, assuming that he's not a spy.

As he was waiting for Emiya's answer, he scanned his surrounding, trying to determine which way to go if the boy in front of him decided to engage right away.