Bells. They were coming from Hayato. There was no other explanation. The hospital had bells, alarms really, but these bells almost seemed more delicate than the roaring alarms of the hospital. Was he going to harm her? Being hurt wasn't alien to Kami. She, like many ninja, had been injured. There was a difference though. Kami could heal herself. As long as she had enough chakra, whatever impulses this man was acting on couldn't affect her. Pain was fleeting, temporary. It did not last forever. Sure, Kami could plead for forgiveness with her tail between her legs. But why? She had said nothing wrong, had done nothing wrong. She wasn't going to submit to a bully.

Fast. Kami turned her head, searching for Hayato. Unfortunately, she didn't find him until there was a crushing, suffocating pressure around her neck. Unable to do much else, Kami smirked. How afraid did Hayato have to be to resort to bullying children? It was pathetic really. One day he'd get his due and Kami would laugh. She'd laugh and laugh and laugh as blood gushed through Hayato's shirt and she stood there. He wasn't simply burning a bridge, he was dosing it in liter fluid. 

[i]Heresy.[/i]

This violence, rash man was threatening Kami to respect him but yet this man was insulting the Hokage. Hosuka-sama whose brother had sacrificed himself. Hosuka-sama that had lost so much but had still risen. Without him, the world would dissolve into anarchy again and men like Hayato would run around doing whatever they pleased. Although, Hayato already seemed to be doing that. Confidently, Kami noted. But... Hosuka-sama himself had to have a breaking point. Hayato could be given all the leniency in the world, but eventually Hayato would go to far. He stated he wasn't afraid of death and Kami understood. Death was a door, revealing new possibilities. It wasn't an end. But even not fearing death would be enough to keep Hayato alive. There was only so much Hosuka could take. Of that Kami was certain.

She rolled her eyes. The history was interesting and Kami was definitely going to pursue knowledge about the Sage Seals. However, Kami was absolutely certain there was more to it. Mostly, Kami was curious over the free will, if any, these people had during the time of Sai's rule. Had they killed people willing? Or were they simply sad, traumatized puppets?

[i]"Burnt to the groun' 'cause've of a war dat never needed fought,"[/i]

Kami froze. She couldn't have possibly had heard that right. The Resistance had been necessary . Sai had attempted to create peace but instead caused even more grief. He had created a mass genocide. Sure, he was a destroyed man. However, as Kami thought, that was no excuse. No matter what happened to someone, they should always wake up and try their best to be kind and righteous. In this regard, Kami couldn't help feeling that Hayato was worse than Sai himself. Sai had a goal that had ended up corrupting him. Hayato, on the other hand, was violent and expected respect he didn't deserve. 

Beat respect into her. How ridiculous of a notation. Honestly, all a beating would do was beat those last possible chances of Kami having any respect for this man. So, Kami just forced the corners of her mouth to curve further into a smirk until her face was lost in it. She gasped, opening her mouth. "Do it," Kami encouraged. Beating Kami up in a hospital with witnesses was even worse than the idea of even beating up his team's medical ninja. "And," She paused, trying to force enough out out of her lungs to say her piece. Because Kami was blunt. If she had something to say about someone, she'd say it. Hayato wasn't the only one who had lost friends and family during the Resistance. Kami had lost her father and, in his lost, part of her mother. "When you're bleeding and on your death bed," Which, by Hayato's impulses actions would probably be sooner than later. "See if I help you." That was the point of a medical ninja. Kami would be able to heal Hayato and his team. However, no one could force her to heal. Being a medical ninja had a lot to do with trust. Because, just as easily as she could heal someone, she could easily pull out a knife instead and finish the job.