<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#804000">Yaku listened to them, staring up at the ceiling. He was about to answer her until he felt a shift in the sands outside. When he heard her as him again, he raised his hand up, "Shh..." He said silently, still lying on his back.<br/>
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He slowly sat up, looking out the window as a shadow passed by. He knew these kinds of movement. "Assassins." He said, slowly standing up now. Assassins were partially like ninjas, except they couldn't learn actual jutsus. Instead, they trained in Taijutsu and learned how to either cancel jutsus, or reverse them. They learned the same way a shinobi did, except they learned it to kill shinobis, not protect those who couldn't do it.<br/>
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"They are moving around, fast. Not sure how many now. They disrupted too much of my sand." He said silently to the others. "Kaosu, can you sense how many there are out there?" He asked, crouched by the couch near his companions. Yaku was slowly building sand around him, getting ready, and also preparing some sand out side to transfer his jutsu on the other side of the walls.</span>​</div>