The Sage shrugged off the snake’s response, Heihachi was old, he wasn’t one for back sass. If anything Seijuro was just a dumb kid on his lawn. An explosion echoed in the background ripping through the sky. Seijuro looked back to him with his face as readable as a picture book. “The Empire leads on more than they should. We shouldn’t make it too easy for her, I’m a native of Kirigakure, born and bred. Once we get our hands on Keiko, we should make our way to the MIzukage.” Heihachi scratched at his scruffy rough pricks of hair on his chin. 

The explosions of sound were muffled by the sound of the rebels and imperials ravishing each other in battle. “The only problem is she’s in the hands of the empire and most likely perched inside the Empress’s castle. If you want to use the front door be my guest, otherwise the rest is up to you. I can track her easily once I sense the use of her mokuton.” Heihachi listened tentatively as Seijuro instructed her. His conditions were made clear while Seijuro seemed to do what he was best at, slither away. Heihachi felt an odd sense of comfort from the darkness, for some reason a little foundation of trust was beginning to construct itself in his mind. “I was never one for small talk anyways.” Heihachi smirked before walking towards the large castle that was known as the Empire.