[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/XrYa8Ud.png[/img] [b][color=f26522][h2]Yakoul Kakariko[/h2] The Confederation's General of Armed Forces[/color] The very super fucked Compound of the Festival[/b] [@GrafRoy Zeppeli][@j8cob][@raijinslayer][/center] [hr] "[color=f26522]Four.[/color]" The thumb when down after Katsuko tried to send in some kind of insult by saying Yakoul talked a lot to say nothing, not that it minded, it was fully aware of its nasty habit of swearing a lot. It made it seem confident and dominant, though apparently to most normal people it would be a way to hide insecurities. It would be wise to deduce that Yakoul was not like most people. With the redheaded muscleman's next comment before summoning his massive weapon in which Yakoul barely gave an uncaring Saitama stare in response, its index lowering being the only kind of dynamic action coming from the animal. "[color=f26522]Three.[/color]" At this point it was standing next to the commander's body, waiting for Katsuko to finally leave the place. He thought it would be a good idea to make a distraction by just smacking down the ground with his super tool, causing an awesome shockwave. All Yakoul did was coat one of its feet with chakra to glue itself to the ground while its other foot stomped on the corpse's back as it was quickly leaning upwards from the blast, thus keeping it nice and in place. When some of the smoke cleared, people still present would see the feline's middle finger shut. "[color=f26522]Two.[/color]" Katsuko had already departed, out of sight for many but still annoying visible to Yakoul, but that didn't matter. It kept its head turn to the Sage's general direction with its hand still up with the countdown. Slowly in lowered its ring finger as it simply stared at the horizon at this point. "[color=f26522]One ... Okay. That was pretty fucking boring. Guess I'll have to punish you two for letting this douchebag die, right?[/color]" It formed a malefic grin on its face as it stared back at the knocked back duo of females it had by its side. Slowly wrapping the top third of its tail around the 11th Corp's commander's next, Yakoul would effortlessly lift the dead man off the ground in high above with only the strength of its white tail. Chuckles could be heard, directed at the girls as if something horribly bad was coming their way, and before they knew it, would have the commander's body hurled at them for the girls to catch. "[color=f26522]Heads up! Your punishment is to carry this sack of shit to the whatever service fags. Speaking of which ...[/color]" Many shinobi seemed to have arrived in ground zero, catering as fast as possible to injured civilians and serving as backup against the stray sages nearby who were too slow to retreat properly. Some were near the compound, medics that could very well take care of the body. Before the girls knew it, Yakoul had crossed them, waking calmly as if nothing happened before stopping to glance back at them, an ominous smile on its expression as it addressed them one last time. "[color=f26522]I didn't catch your names, ladies. I'll be sure to know them in the conference in one hour. But you'll be there, right? I mean, it's only natural for you to do so, it would suck to be suspicious in these times. I'll see you around.[/color]" And with that Yakoul marched out, leaving this desolate mark of history to the scrubs meant to cleanup while to made its way to any form of authority it could find. The feline made it clear that every survivor of this ordeal that wasn't too injured was to be in that crisis meeting in Sunagakure. They were the young lads who would be perfect for this upcoming task as they were bathed in the blood of chaos through this event. There wasn't too much to defend these days after all, and shinobi were often inexperienced or worthless as the job was evidently very lucrative given the policies imposed by Ryuu. Yakoul wanted quality, Yakoul wanted these people right here. The word would spread and more or less everyone involved would be made aware of this crisis conference. [hr] [center][b][i][h2][color=f26522]Sunagakure's Military Facility - Lecture Hall - 1 hour and 30 minutes later[/color][/h2] All Confederation Members or Leaning that way are Expected - They can sit wherever and speak with their buddies[/i][/b][/center] Within the well guarded training facility based in Sunagakure, a crisis center was established to handle the evidently massive threat that just hit the Confederation. The Red Sages had become a thing again, and it wasn't going to be an easy dance, but there was no time to hesitate and be scared. The news outlets didn't say too much other than report on the facts they were given without a direct statement from the government as of yet. Most officials were in panic, high profile politician demanded refuge in bunkers, urgent meetings in various sub-governments were conducted. And now, the armed forces were waking up to the reality they were slapped with today. The hall was quickly milled by the many shinobi arriving, many were unknown faces, some weren't shinobi but certain representatives. However Yakoul could distinguish the interesting faces, those that survived and confronted the menace head on. They were going to be its special little squad after all, as well as other possible potentials it pick around the Confederation to perfect its little collection. Obviously, the place was consumed by an uproar of people simply talking about their lives, but the biggest subject of concern was this event. Many speculations on the gravity of the hit, some thinking there weren't as many casualties while others exaggerated the numbers. Yakoul's ears captured it all, the endless pile of bullshit they could spew annoyed it to a severely high point. "[color=f26522]Ahem.[/color]" Coughed Yakoul through a mic is had nabbed. It was sitting on the desk at the very bottom of the lecture hall, one leg over the other as if it were going to give an unenthusiastic lecture of philosophy. Of course, many would shut up, and there were too many for it to just randomly target a victim and be all weird about it. A typical individual would understand, they were scared and felt involved, heck some wanted to feel important because they took a small part in it. But the feline didn't feel that way, it didn't give a single damn about how any of these people felt. It wanted to start this rodeo and do it pretty damn well. "[color=f26522]Alright motherfuckers. Could you all just erm ... Shut the fuck up? Yeah, fucking thanks. Great. Can we all start to pretend like we give a shit now?[/color]" It croaked with a powerful level of snark in its tone to clearly underline just how annoyed it was to have to give a speech to these people. Taking a deep breath, it expected a little big of quiet before addressing them. "[color=f26522]Okay. Good. So because this is protocol, any of you have some bullshit to say or ask that could be relevant and everyone will forget about a minute later? Yeah? No?[/color]"