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

[center][sub][@Renny] [@Buddha][/sub][/center]

Seichirō couldn't process what led to the ensuing chaos fast enough. All he could recall was sensing a change in Akumako's body language and then a loud bang erupting from the ceiling, leading him to believe they were being assaulted, and rightfully so. He bolted out of his seat and rapidly took a defensive stance, his right hand reaching for Yin which was sheathed on his back. There was a brief moment of horror on his part as he felt his torso and crotch area had gotten moist, deceiving his brain into thinking he was bleeding. That was quickly exhaled through a sigh of relief once he was positive that the moisture came from the cupcakes that got splattered all around. 

It had to be seen to be believed, but during her tantrum, Akumako actually began making sense and Seichirō couldn't help but agree with all her points, so much so that he momentarily suspected he was under a genjutsu. He was proven wrong once she revealed that it was actually something she memorized. The teen Roga let out a sigh, a mix of exasperation and relief surging his body. It was beyond him how she could pull off crazy stuff like that while keeping a straight face. So far, his prevailing theory was that she was born a couple of months earlier, prematurely so to speak. Explained her erratic behavior fine, and it had the added bonus of justifying her small build. As she continued with her rambling, Seichirō carefully picked all the bits of cake from his white t-shirt and some out of his sweatpants. He was thankful that he was wearing his downtime clothes. His battle attire is a bitch when it comes to washing it. He paid close attention to what Akumako was saying, or else he would've missed the part when she asked him about his strengths.

[color=salmon]"Akumako.."[/color], he uttered, his head hanging low as he searched for more stained areas on his front. He opted to drop the suffix. If she was smart enough to see through his bullshit, then it was time for him to be blunt..but not hostile. It was a very sound decision, considering that he was handling someone who was ready to set up explosive tags for the sake of theatrics. 

[color=salmon]"..let's not do this again. "[/color] He redirected his sight back to her, this time in the form of a scowl. He was somewhat pissed off at her theatrics, but he was also a Roga. His spinning wheel of emotions didn't have many options in it.

[color=salmon]"As for what I can do, my clan's kekkei genkai is called [i]Entotsu[/i]. It's the ability to turn body parts, individually or collectively, into smoke."[/color] With that said, Seichirō raised his palm up. In a moment's notice, the hand turned into small puff of smoke. It looked like usual smoke, however upon closer inspection it had a somewhat dark brown hue to it that also made it easy to mistake it for dust. 

[color=salmon]"But onto the important things."[/color] He threw a look at Maema, his hand casually reverting back to it's organic form. [color=salmon]"I'm assuming you can do concentrated attacks with your Mercury release? It's a valuable ability, don't get me wrong, but there will be a huge crowd of people during Hamajo Day, especially surrounding the statue."[/color] He drew memories from his last trip to Amegakure, which was around two years ago. His mother forced him to join her and his cousins during the celebration, much to his dismay. [color=salmon]"We cannot allow to accidentally lay waste on civilians, even more so considering the nature of the mission."[/color] Seichirō had no idea what label Senihime gave to the Hamajo Day operation, but he knew it was a publicity stunt. If done right, it would boost public support for the Jiyutai and force The Confederation to take them seriously. He was still unsure whether the latter was a good or bad thing.

He looked back at Akumako, though what he was about to say was of importance to both parties. [color=salmon]"If you guys don't mind, I'll take it upon myself to formulate a plan. I still need to see what you're capable of, but I think I got a glimpse of that. "[/color], he casually kicked one of the shattered wooden planks in Akumako's direction. [color=salmon]"I'm not underestimating you. I'm simply boasting. My clan's been the underdog in every fight they've participated. They've had to deal with external threats way beyond their comprehension, and they've survived. Sure, they're decimated now, but that's a story on it's own and it's totally unrelated to the point I'm trying to make."[/color] 

His mouth curved upwards involuntarily as he shot a glance at the destroyed ceiling. Back in Konoha, he never had the guts to take charge of the teams he was assigned, but he felt that his expertise was truly needed. Akumako was as insightful as a brick wall. Maema seemed very...not interested. Unless Senihime decided to get into micromanagement, he was their only hope. In spite of totally butchering his speech, Seichirō was proud of himself for taking initiative. And there was no going back now.

[color=salmon]"My point is; I can spearhead this. My clan's become capable of making plans out of necessity. As you had just seen earlier, our kekkei genkai is really not helpful if it all boils down to a confrontation, so we make do with what we have. I can talk with Tsukiko-sama regarding her approach and we can coordinate with the perimeter security team. We have two weeks to prepare ourselves. I'd wager they're enough."[/color], he finished, his eyes alternating between Kuko and Maema. He was certain that Kuko had spaced out at some point, but he didn't care. He was more interested in seeing if Maema was on board, believing him to be the more reasonable one. The prospect of conversing with the former Jonin commander of Konohagakure was a daunting task on it's own, but Seichirō figured that as long as he remained professional, she wouldn't shove a blade through his throat.