[h2][center][color=salmon]~ Seichirō Roga[/color][/center][/h2]

[color=salmon][i]"Civilian dispersal?"[/i][/color], Seichirō thought to himself, his hairless chin being unconsciously stroked by the thumb and the index finger of his right hand. He could destroy the statue single-handedly either via Ash Pile Burning or Deadly Pellet Incursion, provided his teammates took care of Hamajo's defenses. However, for the life of him, he couldn't see why he was a good choice to drive civilians away from the battle zone. The Kumo freak of nature would be much more fitting for that. He didn't know that Maema guy, but he'd taken a glimpse of Akumako's shenanigans so he got why she was perfect for it. In a way, she reminded Seichirō of his own mother. She too bore the physical frame of a yard gnome, the power of a golem and the mental availability of a meth addict. A truly unpredictable combo. 

Seichirō pondered bringing up those points to Senihime, barely raising his finger in an inquisitive manner, but he was cut short by a voice that he'd become much too familiar for his liking. He watched in surprise as Akumako kicked off her seat, saluted her sister, said some weirdly ominous stuff about a shrine, most likely regarding the shrine of the Osuushi clan and then scampered out, all done in an erratic manner that really made Seichirō NOT look forward to the upcoming events. He threw a look at Maema as if trying to ask him what the hell's going on before reluctantly pacing after Akumako. From there on, he went through the most hellish fifteen minutes of his life. 

Throughout her multiple trips around the base, Seichirō kept his mouth shut, often throwing a side glance at the Nisshoku kid to see if he was just as annoyed. He tried to make a comment regarding her room's content, which he thought was rather colorful, but her incessant babbling kept getting in the way and at one point he gave up. To be clear, if it was any other person, Seichirō would be quick to let them know what a pain in his ass they were, however Akumako was the Commander's sister. Not only that, she was also a very powerful Jonin with poor impulse control. She was not a person you'd want to piss off. However, that did not mean she had his attention. You had to be a better man than the teen Roga to actually devote your attention to her bullshit.

As they sat down, with their three plates of [i]Akumako specials[/i], because apparently nepotism was the norm within the ranks of the Jiyutai, Seichirō extended his hand immediately and reached for one of the cupcakes only to be politely informed that one of them may be poisoned. In what can be described best as a knee jerk reaction, he threw the cupcake back on the plate, perhaps a little bit harder than he wanted to. His eyes met with Kuko's now squinted ones as he couldn't help but smirk. [color=salmon]"You know what? I'm not even hungry."[/color] Technically he wasn't lying, but he really did want to taste an Akumako, as wrong as that sounds. 

Seichirō began paying attention to Akumako once she started talking about the plan, but at this point he'd lost hope that she'd actually say something worth his time. And true to his predictions, her plan was not really much of a plan. It was a fantasy display of an already overlong manga that's actually shamelessly cashing in on historical events, but of course putting a spin on them that requires a huge suspension of disbelief. Seichirō also used to read those back in Konoha, but he stopped after volume V when Ten Tails Pain created a hole in the universe's fabric and annihilated all space-time ninjutsu. That's when it got too ridiculous for his tastes. Volume I to IV were actually decent, though.

[color=salmon]"Sorry, Akumako-san, but that's not really a plan."[/color], Seichirō finally spoke, his hands cupping behind his head as he laid back on his seat. [color=salmon]"We're gonna need something more specific. Something that conforms to our individual fighting styles while at the same time highlighting our common strong points."[/color], he paused for a second to place his elbows on the table, putting his hands mere inches away from Akumako's plate. [color=salmon]"Don't worry, though. Once we figure out a plan, you'll have the best part in it."[/color], Seichirō let out a chuckle, not a genuine one but disguised good enough to look like it. He had no idea how Akumako would react to someone tossing away her suggestions just like that, so he figured he'd need something to soften the "blow". That didn't mean he was OK with the "learn each other's blindspots" tidbit though. That was hard to do for a man like Seichirō, who considered everyone on the faction to be a potential enemy.

His facial expression changed from his smiley one to a more exasperated, somewhat neutral look as he veered his sight towards Maema. He had to break the ice somehow, and there was really no easy way to do it but by initiating conversation, especially when you have to deal with such a hard shell like Maema. 

[color=salmon]"Oy, you.."[/color], Seichirō spoke.

[color=salmon]"You talked something about a Kekkei Tota earlier. You want to elaborate on it? It might help us on our task."[/color]