Feeling Sangetsu's bloodlust was like having a rotten scrag of meat thrown into the porridge you'd spent hours perfecting. Kotomi's mental state shifted, and she could feel the synapses in her brain tightening, focusing on the act of obliterating whatever was pervading her sense of safety. Her eyes, which had been turned down before, glared up at the blood drenched man before her. For a split moment, she visualized killing him, driving her blade into his neck and twisting it to make sure she severed his spine and died as swiftly as possible. Thankfully, her body's instinctual reaction was overtaken by her mind's admittedly slower interference, halting her killing intent. Takeshi placed a hand to her mouth, disallowing her to speak should she will it, though what she was prepared to expel were not words, by a cold wind of entropy. Her eyes shifted to Takeshi, and her eyelids relaxed. She had a disdain for speaking, honestly, she preferred to let her actions speak for her. So she let Takeshi give lectures and speeches, she couldn't be bothered. Before he lowered his hand, he gave her a look much like their father's, it was a look that set her at ease, letting her know that things were under control. Kotomi nodded her head and let him speak. 

Sangetsu appeared to believe that he was to become the next Mizukage. Kotomi simply blinked in response to the very idea. She didn't pay very much attention to politics, but even she knew that there was no chance the village as a whole would accept him. That's what a kage was, someone that gained the trust and respect of the people. "Hmm..." Kotomi's eyes wandered as she thought of the word respect. Respect was born not only out of admiration and trust, but fear and power. Sangetsu was certainly strong, but was he strong enough to leash an entire village? Her eyes glanced at him for a moment, and she almost cracked a grin from the very idea that this man could place the village in his grasp. It was a good thing Takeshi was speaking, because he was able to voice what went through her head shortly ago. Kiri had changed over the years, even with her father gone now that fact remained. She didn't need to waste time even pondering what it would be like to fear Sangetsu gaining too much traction. He was a serrated blade without a hilt, the only thing he was good for was killing, he should stick to it. That was the only thing to respect from him, but it was no reason to follow him. 

"Hm?" Her pondering was cut off as she realized her brother was preparing to leave, no, he was already leaving. Actually, didn't he pat her on the shoulder and tell her to move? Shaking her head she rushed to catch up to Takeshi, her pace slowed as she reached him. "Takeshi, Sangetsu may become a problem later." She stated. "With us campaigning against the Empire, we don't have the time for any in fighting." She stated, though she wasn't truly worried, instead, her tone implied she was making a statement. "... That letter however, it couldn't have come at a worse time. The Empress is going to make this war far more complicated than I hoped."