Zay's face sunk into his hand as both of his eyes slid shut.
Blah blah blah, what the hell was he even talking about now? How hard was it to point them in a fucking direction, and shout 'kill' at the top of his putrid lungs? That's all they were doing, anyways. The Confederate shinobi were just hounds that kept the order, right? Some order it was. This entire scenario was looking more and
more like a corrupt hierarchy. This wasn't the first time that ideologies clashed, and Yakoul was definitely right about one thing, it certainly wouldn't be
the last. Something Yakoul said had finally brought Zay's attention back from the brink, as he briefly covered the morals of his beloved 'confederate' or whatever the fuck you'd like to call this pathetic excuse of a regime. He lowered his bottom two fingers, uncovering his left eye when Madara was off-handedly mentioned. Was he really implying any sort of comparison between that
maniac and the confederation? This cat was more idiotic than Zay had thought at first, or maybe he was just too brainwashed to understand the moral upset therein. It wouldn't take much to convince the silver shinobi of the latter, though. Yakoul was a few hairs short of not being a complete fucking psychopath. Regardless, it was unsettling to bare witness to such a bare-bone deconstruction of Hamajo's will. Zay's arm went numb. He'd been resting on it too long. He pulled back and opened both of his eyes, letting out an exasperated breath of air.
"Nonsense," he whispered, speaking through his nose. The muscles in his jaw were tighter than ever before, as if somebody was forcefully holding his mouth shut. Zay turned to see Higoho pass by, walking to confront the Uchiha girl sitting at the table in front of him, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. Zay's ears began to ring, and the uncomfortable pressure against his larynx continued to tighten until he was too short of breath to see straight. He lunged forward in a panic and rested on the table with both elbows.
Stop. Stop. Stop. He repeated to himself, inaudibly. Several seconds later, his body ceased its trembling. With several deep breaths, he was free to think straight again. It was a tad frightening to deal with, but it was nothing he hadn't been through before. As he regained his composure, he heard Higoho spouting more arrogant drivel, speaking of his
superior dojutsu as if it were something to take pride in. As much as Zay enjoyed the premise behind the Byakugan, enough to even desire a
set of his own, he'd had enough of Higoho's ramblings, and right now, Zay was anything but
rested. "I could think of one reason," Zay said sternly, leaning into the table,
"Shutting the gaping chasm of profound stupidity that you call your mouth." Zay paused for a moment, waiting for the Hyuga to turn and face him.
"Have you heard yourself speak? That self-indulgent garbage you spew makes a mockery out of you, and your clan. The Hyuga family would be ashamed of it, I'm sure." Here it came, another mouthful no doubt. But with it, an opportunity would present itself. He had a chance to
really piss Higoho off. He did of course risk staining his reputation, insulting a Hyuga with such reckless abandon, and in front of one of Higoho's clan-mates no less. Zay peered over his shoulder at Setsuko briefly, checking to see if the girl'd been offended by his behavior towards her clansmate, though honestly, it probably wouldn't affect his approach. Zay smirked and tilted his head slightly after returning his judgmental gaze to Higoho, looking to lock eyes with the stubborn oaf.
"If the Uchiha girl isn't feeling up to it, though, I'd be happy to step in myself, if it'd grant me ten seconds of relief from your crude musings."
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