Seijuro Kizaru Nandate
Osha's mist filled the prison, mixing in with Seijuro's own poison. Seijuro seemed to ignore it for the time being as Osha spoke. Seijuro sighed once the Mizukage had said his peace. "Osha... you seem to be overstating your position here... you seem to be under the guise that you have some control over this situation, that you have some... what's the word..? Ah, leverage.." Seijuro watched as the Mizukage stepped out of his cell to lock eyes with the puppet master. It was true, Seijuro held Osha in a certain regard that offered him respect. He was not to be taken lightly, he was one of the Five Kage after all.
As the Mizukage stepped from his prison, the figure of a small girl stepped forward as well, stopping a foot behind Seijuro and to his left. She held her face down, and appeared entirely human in every facet. There were no mistakes in this puppet's making, just as Seijuro disguised himself quite well. Only the sounds that distinguished human and puppet were what gave it away. "This girl here, you see, possessed a certain genetic trait allowing her a level of chakratic sensory perception that has no rival. It is with her ability at my command, that your own mist that fills the air of this prison bares no surprise to me. You have but one last chance to come with me, or perish." Kyoka locked into the ground as Seijuro spoke, revealing a cannon aimed directly at Osha.
Seijuro was not fooling around. He wasn't going to disclose his intentions to Osha so that the Mizukage could escape and inform the rest of his allies what Seijuro wanted. But he was also short on time, and the game of who has the bigger gun or the stronger poison wasn't amusing in the least. So Osha had a choice to make, and while Seijuro didn't want to kill the Mizukage, having him dead was better than letting him live to face him again in the future.
Kisuke Sagara the Unknown
"Filler villain? While my ego doesn't particularly take to that notion, I admit you have much bigger matters to attend to. But those are all future endeavors, perhaps right now you should attend to the degradation of your physical form first and foremost..." Kisuke had of course taken note of the cracks running along his opponent's body. They were subtle and well hidden, and yet Kisuke seemed to have intimate knowledge of the subject.
As they locked eyes and the fox prodded at his persona, Kisuke smirked at his opponent. It wasn't often someone could see through his mask. Yes, he was in fact playing a game. And it was also true that he had been at this game for quite some time. Not many could see that in such a limited encounter. He had to hand it to his opponent, he was just as perceptive as the data on him suggested. The fox suggested a game, and this appealed to Kisuke's playful nature. The two did seem to have a good back and forth.
"I'll have to say purple. Purple is the color of intuition and insight. It's also very pleasing to the eyes." He parried the blows from the fan with Shinken in one hand as he danced about, not shy about backing up a step or two and giving Jaakuna some ground to work with as they exchanged blows. But as he danced around, his cloak mimicked his movements and flew up in the air, concealing his free left hand for a brief second.
A second blade would protrude outward from the cloak, stabbing through it and extending like a spear outward for two hundred meters in front of him in a single second, giving the point-blank Jaakuna no time to dodge amidst attacking with his fan. This was the direct opposite of the playful game they had grown accustomed to. This was a direct killshot aimed at Jaakuna's chest. Was Kisuke trying to kill his opponent? No, he simply had to find out whether or not Jaakuna's body was immortal in his current state. This was a harsh method of testing his theory, but this game was more about collecting data than anything to Kisuke.
"So the game is Quid pro Quo, you say? My turn then. What is it you hope to achieve with your time here on Earth now that you've been resurrected? Your goal, that is." Straight to the point and very direct. He wasn't subtle about it, as he was with most matters. He sought to gain as much information as possible from the fox for he had a strange feeling that their encounter was going to be short-lived.
Kaijin "Kai" Otsutsuki
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The fight went on for but a few brief moments. Rarely were these things drawn out, and while his team had lost their opportunity to take down one or both of the Yomigaeri, he knew his kin would have been smart enough to follow the conversation with his Byakugan as well, or at least he had hoped so. He had gathered much from their exchange, and would have much to report back to Konoha despite the messy state of things back home.
And yet his mission was not complete. A lightning strike came down and the clouds grew larger, Kai had to maneuver away from the border of the technique to remain out of its boundary. He was doing his best to remain a ghost during this affair. Thankfully the range of his Byakugan allowed him to perceive these things while maintaining his focus far away from his current position. As the man known as Havoc was thrust from the tower and made his way out of the village, Kai would be darting around the border of the Rain Tiger at Will technique that Yogensha had strengthened and nearing Havoc's exit point. He was doing his due diligence on his enemies and at the same time filling a curiosity within him. Who were these people really? What were they like when they weren't infiltrating villages and killing their enemies? He had the urge to find out.
And so he rounded the village until Kai was about one kilometer away from Havoc while the man enjoyed a moment in the rain before being greeted by his girlfriend. He evaluated their body language, and could only derive some strange sort of love between the two. Another woman showed up as well, but Kai's main focus were the reunited pair that seemed to be sharing a moment. He read their lips with his Byakugan and took in as much as he could.
The Rain Tiger at Will technique was released shortly after. Kai began to close the distance toward Havoc and company until he was only about three hundred meters from the man and his partners, all the while glancing at his radio as he clutched it in his hand, waiting to hear from his squad and what they planned to do.
The memories of the love of his life flooded through his mind, stirring up all of the emotion he had hoped to bury after the funeral. He hadn't expected Shinko to be at the funeral, he had missed it while being Seijuro's guest. Part of him regretted this fact, and guilt washed over him. He gritted his teeth while holding back the pain, but when Shinko removed his thumb from the boy's forehead, he would be met with an emotionless gaze.
The boy had succumbed to his emotions for a time, this much was evident. Who wouldn't after losing the love of their life? But to think that Shinko was her father all this time, and had been watching Kyo grow as a Shinobi in the corner of Ginsho's office all his life. This.. this was a hard pill to swallow. How could he still deny that Shinko knew what he was going through? He couldn't. They shared a familiar pain. But why then was Shinko so calm, how could he just chalk up the death of his daughter to 'hey, that's life kid' and move on?
The boy's eyes flashed for a second, transforming into the Mangekyou Sharingan. "If you speak one more time of this world like you know what the fuck you're talking about, you arrogant bastard, Ill rip every single memory that brings you joy from your mind and leave you with nothing but bitter despair." Kyo threatened, as he waved his hand through the air. Black lightning cloaked his fingertips and formed a blade just long enough to cut the cigarette he was about to light in half.
"You don't deserve to remember her so serenely... you weren't there when she died, you didn't have to witness the life leave her eyes like I did. And why not? Because you were no father to her, a real father would have protected his daughter and been there when she needed him the most!! Is that what being a Shinobi is to you?! Putting your duty before the love of your life?! And in the end you couldn't even protect your brother nor your daughter! Your sacrifice was for NOTHING, Shinko. If that's what being a Shinobi means, than I am no Shinobi of this village! I will bring about a new world, a world where there is no need for Shinobi. There will be no war and no fighting, I will gain power enough to inspire fear in the hearts of all who live in this world, and that fear will keep them in line. And all who oppose me will fear my wrath.. and this, this fear will begin in you, Shinko.. I will show you the culmination of Shinobi your generation has raised, but I won't kill you, I will leave you a shell of a man with no memory of any of the happiest moments of your life, and I will show you how your daughter died before my eyes."
As Kyo spoke he removed his Leaf Village headband, casting it down to the ground as he swung his hand once more, the blade of lightning around his fingers extending as he slashed through the symbol of the Leaf, all the while glaring at Shinko with his eyes full of hate.
She snatched the paper back from Shinko's hands and folded it back up, placing it within her kimono aside her chest before wiping her own tears. She sobered up, quelling her fury as she knew Shinko would not do so for her. "You always were so hard to get rid of... even as kids, you never left me alone long enough to purge my head of your fondness for me.. but even as close as we were, you always knew I was much too guarded to let you all the way in, for I feared I would lose myself along the way.."
She held out her tongue in a playful manner at him while winking her left eye like she used to when they flirted with each other back in the day. She knew this cute little pose was out of place at this point in their conversation and that it would catch Shinko off guard and put him in his feels, stirring up memories of what once was. As soon as it came, she stole it away from him. With her tongue stuck out, she lifted it to reveal a seal on the underside of her tongue. Her facial expression changed, showing her true displeasure at the grim reality that was upon them. The seal bound her from speaking. It was a sign that she had joined 'that' organization.
"Now you know. Even if I wanted to tell you, I couldn't. I can't help you read what's on that paper either." She took a moment to let the weight of the situation sink in. The fact that she resorted to this meant that there had to be no other option. Without her daughter anchoring her life, there was very little left that she could do as a Sannin of Konoha.
"If you wish to come with me, than come with me.. but don't hold back, my love.. If you're going to accompany me on this journey, I want all of you. Not some clone that you sent here to relay the message, or did you forget that I can tell the difference? I can feel it, Shinko. The village doesn't respect you, and worse than that, they blame your lies for the state of affairs here. I know that if I leave, you're not going to be here when I get back. You'll be driven out- or worse. And we know which one of those outcomes is more likely. So I'll only ask you once, which path is it that you're going to walk? The path of love, with me, or the path of righteousness, that your brother walked?"
Her words spoke in absolutes, as if she could see the future. It was hard not to see the outcome of things before they happened when you had insight into the hearts of Shinobi. Such things rarely changed. And yet even she was human, and her heart yearned for the man who fathered their daughter as best he could. She didn't resent him for not protecting her, because neither did she. That was a truth that they would have to carry for the rest of their lives. But those lives didn't have to end prematurely as their daughter's did. Shinko had a choice to make.