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"[color=8493ca]Madame Matou will be my insurance when it comes to your men. Defeat me, and leverage on your city is gone, Raikage Bakuto. You of all people should know I am a man whom the word shall remain golden.[/color]"

Fresh air as the café was abandoned for the sake of duty. The General marched forward, as he would have in his youth under the banner of a simple foot soldier for the Cloud's cause. Arms set behind his back and expression as solemn as ever, his stiff body would lead the way through the plaza, with a final nod at the direction of Yui, whom had the gracious task of crown control as Gozubura commenced working his own piece of art. He had faith in the lass, even if she inspired very little of said rare element. She was a monster, but one that could dispose of threats efficiently, as such the General saw no reason to be concerned.

He most certainly allowed Bakuto to walk behind him, not giving a single mind as to what the Raikage could do with such an exposure. Starru was wise however. By experience, he knew Bakuto had nothing to benefit from by literally backstabbing. He'd lose his chance to save his city, and in the likely event he'd fail, would lose his life to Gozubura's anger while failing his people. He was lucky to have Kumo avoid the fate of, say, Iwagakure.

"[color=8493ca]Under normal circumstances I would have allowed you to make your peace, but you're as clueless as an ugly girl in a gangbang when it comes to why this is happening to you. Especially if we consider your ... Efficiency in terms of populism. A shame, it would have been an intriguing case study to see you devolve into what the predecessor had become. Though, do not worry, I did not leave because of that either.[/color]"

A smirk, one Bakuto could not see, but the blind man could certainly tell by Gozubura's muscle vibrations and his heartbeat that he was taking some sort of pleasure out of what was just said. He was amused, but not pumped. Not exactly the psycho-maniac murder type, one should say. But a man whom is not above killing the innocent to get a simple point across. They would quickly depart Kumo's inner mountains and approach the outskirts, where an adequate field would eventually be found.

Away from the prying eyes of Bakuto's protective division, they had since then taken the hint that they were not welcome by either the Yomigaeri member, nor their village leader. It was only the General versus the Blind Raikage. A special title for a man with what many saw as a disability. Gozubura saw at as anything but a weakness. It gave him options many couldn't grasp properly, and made him far trickier to deal with in the long run. There would be no underestimation today, not from the Raikage's very own senior in the armed forces.

"[color=8493ca]If you fail to kill me in forty-five minutes, the explosives will go off. I highly recommend you decide yourself on your strategy quickly, because I will not insult you with lenience, Raikage Bakuto. Draw your blade.[/color]"

As he ordered the dark skinned man to present his weapon, Gozubura would have finally stepped onto the flat area at the top of a remote mountain. Shielded from view by thick clouds, but blessed with a perfect blue sky up above, there were very little obstacles for them to abuse. Perhaps a disadvantage for the General, but he could always improvise. He'd take his respective spot on the field, as if it were some spar, or a competition without any lethal connotation. In turn, he drew one of his rapiers. Sparks of blue lightning chakra burst frequently from the metallic item, signaling an enhancement.

"[color=8493ca]I am not cruel nor cowardly enough to stall for time. Here I come.[/color]"

With barely a second after his warning, he'd dash full force toward the blind man, one hand preparing a horizontal slash from right to left (he held the sword in his right hand) while his second hand performed odd movements. Very suddenly from behind the speeding elder, there'd be a second figure jumping up high in the air. One couldn't see or feel how it had been conceived, but it leaped right off as the General finished the hand movements, and aimed to crash down toward the Raikage, itself with a sword reading to cut him down, albeit without the sparks ...

The clone had a bit of lag compared to Gozubura, seemingly making it a contingency plan if the first strike was blocked or dodge, or even prevented altogether. Nothing too complex, as if the old man was gauging the Raikage's skill.

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[i]Sssssss[/i].

Steam erupted from the melted flesh on Rumia's cheek. It seemed the relation between the two oddities was quite the perverse one, with extreme physical abuse being the casual response to each other. Or at least from Kyoka to Rumia. Though, as awful as the ginger's cheek would seem with the acid applied, her teeth rows would end up slightly visible with quite a lot of blood and fat boiling in the process, it appeared as though the steam was not coming from the chemical reaction. No, she was also rapidly healing. A few seconds after the application of the wound, it would swiftly close back, leaving pristine, albeit slightly discolored, skin in its place.

"[color=f26522]Tsk. Dammit Kyoka, y'turd, I told ya' that wuz gross.[/color]"

Her fist would come to rub off the remaining fluid on her cheek, and with that brushing the discolored skin would be gone, leaving her cheek as if nothing had happened. The oddest thing about it, however, would be the lack of any strong reaction to the damage inflicted upon her being. Rumia seemed more annoyed than angry over it, like a little sibling whining over the elder child eating the last of the jelly beans.

With a small crack of her neck, her orange eyes would peer down into the ruined streets of her town. Chaos erupted, with clones of this old man performing their own share of destruction. In a random bout of annoyance, her index would point at a pedestrian carrying a television, before shooting the young man down with a concentrated beam. Right through the neck. He was stealing a television, and Rumia was stressed. There was nothing noble here, she wanted to release some tension while avoiding any moral backlash from some naggy shinobi.

Meanwhile, her tail remained surrounding Kyoka without actually wrapping around her. If anything was going to approach the acid lass, it'd go through the tail first.

"[color=f26522]I ain't hear nothin' 'bout some whatever swordsman. I only gotta taste of y'all sword peeps against that fucka'.[/color]"

The tip of her jagged tail would directly point at the direction of Sano, without actually moving the rest of the tail. The Mighty Shark man who'd take on the Tsuchikage by himself. A ballsy move, but one that'd earn no respect from the Shinrikyo. In her scowl, she'd keep a fixed glare on the battle happening nearby. The two titans duking it out while she had to insure the safety of her close family, and maybe killed a geezer for bragging right. But, Kyoka was keen on keeping it civil, and who was Rumia to argue against the established brains?

"[color=f26522]If Kyoka ain't got no prob' with ya', I dun' care what y'do. Tho, y'all probs' will die if ya' keep doin' tis' 'ere bullshit on m'city. Mebbe I should fuck yer clones a bit? Mebbe. Wouldn't feel so bad if that shark fella's yer friend. Is he yer pal? I say, if he is yer pal, I dunno if you 'n' I can be real friendos ... Is all I'm gonna say.[/color]"

She'd smirk, peering slightly toward Kyoka's direction. Someone was hungry of conflict.