Washed Up Fate(Flashback,Private)

Shit didn't know that my bad, I just edited it 9 Stamina and 15 Strength hopefully that'll suffice.

Big ole' approval for ya.

Don't have Wind element for Vacuum Sword, so I'll take away the 2k word count for Vacuum and claim Wind Release instead.

I'll give ya the 2000/4000 for Wind Release since you're D rank and need to do 2x the WC for a second element.

Reapproved

The entirety of what he just witnessed being nothing more then an illusion devised by his captors with the hopes of awakening the true extent of his blood’s capabilities, casting away the safety of his emotional and mental fortitude with this single conclusion being of the utmost value, unknowing to what they just unleashed. The boy had grown in power immensely despite it not being easy to recognize outside of his maturity in the eyes, his dedication and motivation to empower himself with little interest in other’s safety outside of his own being one of his few driving forces. He was nothing more than a tool to his oppressors, the one who took him away so long ago and brought him into a world built to break him down and destroy the very essence of his being, though with the same tools they used to make such a reality take place, he found a newly relished passion and purpose to rely upon to continue on. His psyche changed, the person he was fighting so hard to be and stop from transitioning into was finally wrenched out from its crevice and placed into the laps of his captors and the world to bare witness to, the gleeful and joyous boy he was once long ago was now gone, disintegrated with the wind as it was replaced by a carbon copy that took matters into his own hands. The sadistic and tortuous personality would form its claws and latch onto those that weren’t careful around him, his mentality became maddened and a hunger grew to destroy and prove to the world they were right all along, the person he was fighting so hard to stop from emerging was right before their very eyes. It was a sorrowful sight, a once pure and cherished young boy having been forced into his predicament, and convincing himself he was meant to prove the world correct about a being that was never meant to have surfaced in the first place, his idea of lashing out at the world before him.

Though the boy could be described as a late bloomer, this advancement in his prowess would only make him a much more fearsome individual for the future to come, and a great prospect to help amplify his captors success in whatever mission or duty assigned to Kutari requiring power. But as stated earlier, Kutari was like a reborn individual, unshackled by his past and fully embracing his living conditions and what was needed of him. Diving head first into his training as it was all he knew now, his mindset cleared as he wished to make a greater purpose out of his once measly life. Through the Genjutsu he was forced into and had to live within for several months, Kutari would find refuge and power from the person that showed himself after coming out of hell. The convincing argument of his psyche at odds with his own individuality was a spectacle to bare witness to, and the newly made champion over the other brought about a monstrosity the world should’ve kept under wraps, a cunning and meticulous villain that was sure to play around and keep a facade that would be ideal for his future escape and strength. He knew at the very least he needed power, and the eyes he had received thanks to his own torment and reminder of the terrible days he witnessed would all but guide him down the path of his own voluntary and suggested righteousness. He began to put down the books and lessons that were found in Fuuinjutsu and the sealing arts, and instead began to take an interest in reading about and exploring medical procedures and intensive research of the subject as he became fascinated with the human body, and how to inflict the most amount of pain and suffering upon his enemies so they’ll understand but a fraction of what he’s experienced in his most recent years alive. The boy trained mercilessly as his new persona took root, taking his training much more seriously in order to beat those that opposed him and work in favor of his captors until he could cease his opportunity.  With the sudden increase in his positive production in the “course” assigned in the facility, the wardens began to trust him to a greater capacity and were willing to work with the teen as they saw the Genjutsu worked perfectly, when in actuality it was Kutari who was pulling the strings and acting in accordance to what they wanted. He would no longer bicker on assignments, and fully partake in torturing his own classmates and beating them in even more gruesome methods, in an attempt to continue the facade he convinced himself he lived within to make others happy, familiarizing himself with the person he became as he was now an empty body that only went through the motions, acting out eccentrically to hide his deteriorating mentality. 

The sickly teen wouldn’t stop on his attempt to prove the world correct in his own warped mindset, he would learn various tales about his Uchiha dna and stories that were made long ago about the Uchiha name and what the potential feats they could go beyond. They were namely just rumors and gossip he heard at times, though some he received from the books bestowed by Mr. Yomo, the man who brought him into this world to begin with, and seemed to have an interest in having Kutari achieve his greatest form however that may transpire. The leader of this entire fiasco was indeed taking Kutari’s potential with interest and a mindful eye as he continued egging the boy on and seeing just how far he can go, surely thinking about the money and revenue he can net using such a talented offspring of the Uchiha clan, likely the only reason why he didn’t take Kutari’s eyes yet. Either that, or they weren’t ripe for the taking just yet in some manner, as he would hint so gallantly every now and then, though would never go too far speaking about such a possibility, and Kutari wouldn’t dare pester the issue as he still needed to play along for his survival.

Now that the boy was renewed and taking his instructors words more to heart and becoming a rising threat, his time out in the field on assassin missions and exercising his espionage skill set would truly come into play, though before he was allowed out after gaining some request due to his captors advertisement attempts at such a marvelous assassin rising up, he was brought to Yomo in order to go upon some more focused and developed training. The motto that was etched upon the boy and the entirety of the facilities mind would never go unspoken and forgotten, the means of an assassin requiring to be aware of their surroundings and the effect he has upon the world, and the necessity to silence it completely was required to prevail in such missions he’d soon take part in, failure is not an option for someone of Kutari’s artificial stature, derived from the various talks that went throughout the underground world for this apparent wonderkid. Some assassin’s just had better apitude than others, and it was clear Yomo’s insight and instinct about Kutari wasn’t something to be questioned, he was surely a valuable asset and one with great qualities, and for that very reason intended to teach him greater potential with his skill set and the teachings already etched upon his body. He would take Kutari under his wing personally rather than allow the wardens to instruct him for a short time, the timeframe between the two’s time together only made due to how quickly Kutari adapted and caught on to the man’s intention and foresight, the Uchiha taking it with awe as he would use it to grow ever stronger and become a greater threat to those he’ll soon fight in the future. He would begin to implement wind chakra in his own movements, before he truly concealed his movement and presence in an environment as he wished, the Uchiha appreciating this teachings that he caught on with relatively quickly. It was difficult to a degree, though more so figuring out a unique trick that one hadn’t seen before, having the tools and merit to master it with such a reality in place for him, it would be easy pickings as he gained the purpose to grow stronger than ever. With these teachings that took a few days now in place, understanding it’s full on leverage and capabilities, he would venture out on his first true assassin mission to prove himself worthy of earning more credit and prestige, and through such gaining more access and freedom as a warden himself.

His assignment would involve infiltrating a village and masking himself as one of the village members, the contractor who requested Kutari’s aid would be present within the village himself, and actually making a call to see his much more wealthy and powerful cousin perish. Through family ties and confusing circumstances that Kutari could care less about properly understanding, the contractor would essentially gain a large sum of wealth and gain a seat on the village council if he were to die, and the snobbish and conceited family member was already a pain in his side. The man had little skill in shinobi arts and couldn’t trust any local people to handle this task as they could rat him out and get paid for bringing forth such a scummy man, therefore he chose to request the aid from an underground outside party to see if they could be of any assistance. Thus what brought Kutari to go about his journey, as he was guided towards the point of interest being the village by escorts before being dropped off to find his method of infiltration before carrying out his assassination methods. The village was one surrounding by swamps and marsh terrains, typically seen as an unsightly place to reside though to Kutari such a place would be interesting at the very least, since he usually wasn’t allowed to travel outside of the facility or very near proximity. He was branded with the tattoo that would prove to be an instant tracking mechanism for his captors whenever he was outside the facility, a troublesome fuuinjutsu seal that seemed would be with him for the rest of his days in the shape of a black chinese dragon, though the artwork was a sight to behold and acceptable, he just wasn’t a fan of being seen and notified of his every moment, making a note to find a plausible way to go under the radar when he found his escape route. Though he would also have to worry about the potential scouts that were watching his moves and making sure he didn’t try to escape, fully aware he was becoming a growing and strengthened asset and could potentially try to figure out how to break the fuuinjutsu tracking mechanism and run away, strong enough to deliberately beat down those who go in his way and abandon his mission, their revenue disappearing with his actions.

He made an intention to stake out the outside perimeter to see how they operated day and night, figure out the forces intent to secure their home and their daily rotation, getting close enough to understand voices and mimic them as necessary, or blend in with their surroundings once gaining a proper uniform and outfit that would better conceal his face while allowing him to operate more freely. After a few days of observing and growing accustomed to their dialogue patterns, Kutari would act, isolating a Shinobi in particular that would usually wear a visually suppressing outfit and followed his skin tone and hair pattern, though the band that he wore would overcoat the majority of his hair in order to hide its true shape and pattern. Kutari had witnessed the mans formalities and aimed to fully take over the man’s lifestyle during his short visit in the village, his focus being effectiveness and efficiency, having a limit on how long he could be out and doing his business. He would then execute the man and leave him far out and in hiding in order to not have any other scouts find him until it was too late, entering the village with the least amount of resistance as he called for a guard rotation switch to go rest, when in actuality he would be finding his contact interest in question, the man that started this entire mission and outing for him.

Kutari would soon arrive at the man’s abode, gaining access in while there was no one watching and consulting the man, who was there to give Kutari the layout of his targets daily operations and where he would be when and where, viewed as a mere assistant to the cousin and having his entire itinerary. He would take the notes and study them intensely, deciding to carry out his purpose later that night while the man was having his nightly arrangement of isolation “me time” with tea. It wouldn’t be wise to stay in the village for too long, and if he did the various guards and shinobi would call upon his cover to take on certain tasks for the village he genuinely didn’t feel like doing, though that wasn’t to say he couldn’t act it out, but rather it would be a waste of his time, something he hated wasted in all scenarios. They would also grow suspicious with his radical movements made over time, and his sudden oddness and peculiar activities he would take part in, it was just smarter to take note and act shortly rather than later, despite the freedom he currently retained, though the small villages he was within seemed to just be another prison in all actuality, he wondered why people choose to stay in such places for so long without traveling out and living alone, the freedom they could experience a luxury Kutari could only dream of having. 

He would set off when the night rose and his target began his typical adventures of being to himself, sneaking into the main building where he would be having his leisurely time before going back to work on his important documents, Kutari held little need to have any exotic weapons or any sort that would bring questions or curiosity from his person that he acquired throughout his time in the facilities, therefore he would likely have to end the man with the tools that was on his currently borrowed identities person before executing him. As he was ready to come behind the figure that was handled over in relaxation in the idle japanese room with little decoration or specialities, he would notice the peculiar shape and seeming nonexistent movements and see there was something off about the situation, the oddity of the place as a whole and how he was sat up, Kutari was ready to survey the location more closely but was met with unexpected news as an array of shinobi would suddenly home in on his location and find the teen’s hiding location while he was in the act of partaking in the assassination, seeing the figure believed to be his target a clone that was beginning to form into a log, the idleness and awkward transitioning unsettling for someone trying to pose as a regular human being. 

His position was compromised, and despite his lengthy training the teen was focused and homed in upon as if they knew exactly when and how everything would transpire, as if they had precognitive notification or someone tipped them off, the only one knowing of what would transpire that night being his contractor in question. Luckily, Kutari made an effort of concealing his face and fully changing it before going about this assassination, and even when he was entering the village as his dimensions werent ideal to the man he already killed in question, though as he was putting two and two together, his accomplice would show himself along with a slightly taller and seemingly arrogant individual that Kutari took as his target in question. The contractor would begin spewing nonsense of hearing about someone coming to assassinate the cousin for his wealth or something of sorts through his connections, and having reason to believe due to sudden disappearances and shifty actions by those around the village that someone was preparing to come in and kill the cousin and take his wealth for the benefit of himself, effectively pinning the blame on Kutari solely and to come off as a private person making actions and doing things for his own interest. The story was terrible quite frankly, and Kutari almost laughed out of spite of how terribly crafted it all was and short noticed as if the man had a change of heart only moments ago, though the foolish cousin took the bait and agreed, seeing Kutari as a threat and ordering to take him away to an underground dungeon, where they’ll talk and go through methods to extract information out of Kutari. The Uchiha had little clue as to why the man had a change of heart and ratted Kutari out in such a manner, though it mattered little to the man since he would still get what he wanted in the end and be put in a situation to be with another array of captors before getting his ticket out of the village. This would only prove to make him seem more formidable and a valuable asset in the end, if it worked out how he intended it to, Kutari would wait in his torture room before the two arrived, the greedy scumbags ready for whatever sadistic pleasure they soon would believe they could partake in. Though as they started off with a bit of questioning, Kutari would only start mocking the two and talking above them as if they were at the level of his muddled shoes, not yet revealing the true nature of his presence but agitating the cousin in particular as he became more rowdy and prepared to cut Kutari up. As they tried to start shortening the distance between the two forces in this room as Kutari was tied up and shackled down to a beat up wooden stool, Kutari would activate his Mangekyou patterns as he watched the two grow stiff and in shock seeing the teen was a greater threat than they initially anticipated, likely hearing about the infamous dojutsu of the great clan within Konoha through stories, and unexpected to see it here of all scenarios. Kutari would greedily smile at their actions viewing them as meek sheep now wishing to see how they’ll react and act accordingly, though it seemed their foolishness got the better of them believing they had the edge, considering Kutari doing this now in order to scare them and the mangekyou not being as formidable in such a situation, and lacking any jutsu. Which would be true in a way, Kutari hadn’t used the Mangekyou yet in combat scenarios, or even checked to see what all it could do, the Mangekyou he used just now was nothing more than a product of his growing emotions and bloodlust to torture and kill the two before him, satisfying his task as an assassin while having his fun and making them rue the day they began drawing breath in such a horrid world. His Mangekyou pattern would be an inverted pattern reminiscent of red sharp shackled chains that of course were presented similar to shuriken, though found in a detailed star formation as if binding the eye in question and shackling it down on arrest. He’d begin to feel the same emotions and overwhelming hate he felt while he was trapped in the genjutsu world, the catalyst he used to awaken his Mangekyou Sharingan, the wishes to torture and eradicate his enemies and destroy the world around him as he loathed it so immensely, only to repair it once again to continue to regurigate his pleasure in watching the pain and misery of his foes take place. Within seconds, his right eye would begin to activate and present its ability as a sphere would form around the two family members in question, the darkened shell of the sphere beginning to show it’s worth as it began to deconstruct and destroy the two bodies, or at least their legs in particular as agony began to writhe in their fading bones and flesh as they fell to the ground in sheer pain, crying and screaming. No one would answer their calls, they believed it to be Kutari’s screams instead, never believing their leaders would scream or holler in such a manner, the two requesting to have the room by themselves and no one else enter. Kutari would watch the blood gush before him as the two were in clear pain, seeing as he looked around his eye would be the thing manipulating this phenomenon of a sphere that eradicated all in its path, though he hadn’t expected to get out of this predicament in such a manner, it was clear he was powerful enough to handle such power and for it to present himself just then, as he broke free of the weak shackles and rose up to walk towards the two groveling foes.

Kutari would kneel down by the two, his mangekyou technique still in effect and the sphere surrounding the two as he began to try to target certain body parts as he watched their fingers vaporize and begin to almost melt away in its own sadistic pleasure, watching them scream and plead for Kutari to stop, though he was having too much fun to even consider such a possibility now. They would continue to beg and plead for him to stop all this nonsense, otherwise they’d surely die and he’d never find the money he was looking for and treasure, or the locks and how to open them. Kutari would laugh hysterically, questioning how foolish and idiotic the two were, first for believing the ludicrious story the initial man told the cousin about Kutari’s reason for being there, and second believing such an ability in Kutari’s posession couldn’t bust through some locks. From there, Kutari would inform the cousin of the sin his family member tried to do, and how it was really him who started this whole fiasco and the reason the two would die, though he was having too much fun to end it at that moment, it being too early and it was only now beginning. Kutari would look ahead as he all but wished to see the two regenerate and grow back their limbs and body parts, just to claw at them again, and as it was wished upon the sphere began to materialize and regenerate said parts from their body, reviving them and their energy to the highest capacity. The Mangekyou ability he possessed was a beautiful technique to have possession of, allowing him to do whatever he wished for his foes and continue having his own fun for however long he wished, for once he was thankful that Yomo gave him such a hellish position to be placed in, awakening the power that was inside the teen. From then on, Kutari would force the two to partake in various horrid acts and battles to near death, before reviving them to fight again, or potentially even making them fight and picking away at their limbs or small body parts before they’ll be healed to whoever won, he would use the two as living test subjects to see the limits of his own capabilities and would take his time doing as such, spending hours just experimenting and seeing what would happen if he did whatever he so wished, it was truly a marvelous and eye opening experience. With a plethora of blood and bodily fluid splashed all over the scene, he would leave the mangled and broken bodies throughout the room, or at least whatever was left of them as he began to venture out and leave the premises, having no interest in stealing money or anything of that record as he carried out his mission and had greater plans in the works. He would rendezvous with his captors, who he began to just travel aimlessly around and intercepted, wishing to see how quickly they’ll react and corner the teen assuming he was trying to escape, which was very impressive to bare witness to and see how quickly they were ready to move and stop him from traveling any farther. They were either extremely quick and wanted to make sure he didn’t try to run, or were near the entire time. Regardless, he would dispel his jutsu and travel with them back at the facility, informing Yomo of what happened during the mission, safe the mangekyou ability he awoken, knowing having that in his pocket and unaware to his captors being a tool he should keep under wraps and hidden just in case things get out of hand and he needs a secret up his sleeve. Yomo surely knew what the mangekyou was capable of in the future and how strong people could get using the hidden techniques within, so likely will assume sooner or later he’ll awaken the ability, but had no clue as to whether Kutari had already done so and what it may be.

From there, he would continue his training and going on assassin trips when necessary, gaining more leverage and influence in his reputation and own capabilities as time went on. He was praised by his “peers”, the ones that somehow survived all the torture and trial as he did now becoming something similar to what Kutari had become, albeit on a more lowered scale as they operated in a greater capacity of fear and resentment, limiting them from fully immersing in the persona they were forced to experience in order to prevail and hang as valiant victors against their oppressors. Of course, there were some that succeeded in being something similar to what Kutari had become, be it through third party assistance as what Kutari experienced as his own hate and movements were hampered due to some psychological reason or didn’t embody enough determination to go on, or they simply finally relinquished themselves to their inner desires and showcased their true colors after the years of conditioning finally broke them down and gave them a chance to see what they really were. Regardless, there were very few people that Kutari could say he got along with in the facilities in and of itself, though surely there were a small amount that proved to be worthy allies or more so people to mingle with and allow time to pass by, they were apart of a group of captives seen as a step above the rest and the elite of their division or class in particular, an unofficial representation of the facilities strongest reserves and combatants in the field that they’re most defined within, and of course the overseers of the establishment would refer to this group quite consistently for reference to show the hierarchy in the facility, as if making it seem as if they’re something worth striving for and to become even greater in power, the Youga. Alas, Kutari was apart of this apparent presidigious group, one of the higher ranking officers of sorts in the group and a specialist in the weapon arts and espionage craft, seem as a true and pure assassin the wake and comparison of others unlike some other inhabitants would shape to be. Of course, there was a necessity of making the people in the facility noteworthy assassins, though at times there would be people who couldn’t accel at such crafts, due to their own personal dilemmas, bodily shaping, or their jutsu’s expertise, in which case there were other purposes for them in the facility, such as earning their piece in the underground fighting pits, straight up warfare with others where true combat skills came into place, or maybe even becoming an instructor aka warden that’s built for the truly sadistic and crazed folk to properly teach the children that were captured in the whole process. In such a world it’s meant to survive or be destroyed after all, having to adapt to such scenarios was necessary in order to thrive and they’ve become attuned to killing people and normalizing the various torture and mayhem that transpires in the facility, a cruel world indeed to be apart of. Alas, Kutari would be capable of partaking in the previously described job descriptions, though so far he namely had a hand as an assassin, his capabilities fully exceeded what was expected as quite a few have done in the past, seen as exceptional and grand assets entering a new level of aptitude and merit to be had. 

For the most part Kutari would stick to himself however, his peers surely being powerful assets to be had and friend though friends and allies wouldn’t be something he outright sought and looked to obtain whenever he had the opportunity. From the beginning of his imprisonment in the facility, Kutari would never have mingled or talked much with others that were around him, as many did that come in fresh and green into the facility since it’s such a bewildering situation to be placed in and fear to overcome. Furthermore, the hazardous scenarios and difficulties someone deals with in such a scenario made him recline to himself and become too scared to speak with others unless he wanted to die, believing there were people inside his jurisdiction and range that were undercover or would rat him out and tell him so he would begin to be beaten to death. As time went on, he would surely become comfortable with this crevice he made in his social circle, and hide within it until he felt more secured and adamant about his role, which in such a scenario would never come to be and difficult to make happen. He was scared during such times, though now he was a changed man, the system already breaking him and what he stood for, replacing who he previously was for a new image of himself that could never truly be recognized as Kutari. The person present now was but a stain in the memory of the true embodiment, though thankfully with these adjustments he became more confident and able in his skills and knew who he was and fully dived into the persona he was now believed to be, therefore his actions and what not wouldn’t carry the previous person he was, but now the newly improved and unbothered personality. He was simply comfortable and uninterested in mingling with the others, now slaves to the people they once viewed as captors, their warped minds believing them to be comrades and battered mentalities to believe the area they remained was perfectly fine and sound, it being justified in its entirety. Kutari seemed to be the only one truly awake during these times, as if he was seeing the truth between all that remained true and couldn’t be found by the others around him, or maybe there were a few intriguing people that were mingling and acting like Kutari and wished to hide before pouncing on their opportunity as well, in which case the groups purposes would in fact align and be worthy of something to do in the future. 

Kutari began to ponder on such an existence, if it was truly possible, or more so somewhat hoping it couldn’t be true, be it because of otherwise such a presence could be troublesome to weasel out. Only a few would notice just how cautious and observant the wardens were, they acted as if they were all buddies with the captives, happy that they “graduated” the training they received and became so powerful and strong willed, but know not all forgot or conditioned themselves to follow the mentality of their peers. Some still rebelled, masked the hatred they had and used what they were taught to act properly in order to hide between the cracks and backlash against the fools when given a chance, the majority of them if seeing this picture would be able to hatch a pretty successful plan, and they could be working on jutsu on the side to break away their chains and tracking mechanisms to hatch said plan in succession. It was more so a topic of who was who in this apparent game, finding someone that was of such an interest and could be of aid was a treacherous route, one can try to mingle with another but in actuality it’ll be the death of them revealing their true colors, and being overwhelmed as the game of faces was so cleverly played. It was difficult, and everyone was aware of the problem at hand, which is why everyone was so hesitant about the scenario at hand, and what was to come. Furthermore, there were still gangs and cliques that were established early on, or vendetta towards others remembering how they were treated as kids by their peers, Kutari could recall quite a few people that somehow still survived that wanted his head for what he did, though unable to act since he was so powerful and revered by others, beating up such a character, even if they can succeed in this action, wouldn’t be good news for the wardens and such that were around, seeing their merchandise being destroyed and tainted, and wanting to act to keep such things in the future in check, a warranty of sort. 
  

Regardless, Kutari knew that time was of the essence, he was still young and didn’t have any intent of becoming an old man in the facilities, but potentially recruiting allies would surely be a tedious sight to behold. For the longest time he would avoid contact with others and stick to himself, though what an ironic twist that he now would be considering taking up others to be apart of his crew and band together in such times of need, or is it that he wished to only use them for his own interest and throw them aside when they become worthless? Kutari was considering his options, though in such a world where enemies were around every corner and smile, such hesitation was necessary if he wished to prevail and beat out his oppressors. He remembered the amount of people he beat within an inch of their life out of hoping to gain the good graces of the wardens around, unknowingly proving them right and bolstering his own skills to only be asked more from them when he only wanted to be left alone. Kutari was a tool that was meant to be used by his oppressors, but in the face of the many that surrounded them, what all would transpire if they found each other through such a whim? They weren’t all friends in any regard, neither the classmates nor the wardens to such a flock, the cliques that were present seemed to be together in due time for more or less protection and comfort, feeling as if someone were there to have their back even if it wasn't the case, such fights or altercations between one another wasn’t allowed, though typically the wardens overlooked things that involved the weaker fools of the flock. At times, the weaker cliques that were formed would also get some aid from the wardens and all take turns roughing up the solo weaker sources, in hopes of toughening them up and also secluding themselves in a lot of fun that they’ve been just itching to partake in. Truly the world they inhabited was a difficult and irritating one, but as he was considering the situation at hand and wondered how he would go about dealing with these arrangements, Kutari would soon be brought back to reality after having someone take a seat in front of him during his small monologue of sorts at the steel lunch tables in the cafeteria, a person he hadn’t recalled seeing before. The individual looked simple enough, albeit a bit above average textures and qualities to him, though he could tell they hadn’t met before and he wasn’t anyone of extreme note or power that Kutari would know from the Youga. The man would look Kutari over, and seem to observe the teen as if he was sizing the kid up from the distance between one another, scoping to see his potential or something along those lines. It was beginning to irritate Kutari, after first he was watching and trying to figure out the mans game and motives behind his actions, it was difficult to figure out why this man came to his table and just began staring at him, obviously he had some sort of business or interest with the Uchiha and wanted to soon speak with him, but instead he continued sitting in silence and simply analyzing. It truly felt like a prison system was in place, sizing Kutari up and was waiting for a weakness to pounce on or witness to rat to his friends, though he was trying to abide by his business for the most part. He wondered what the point of all of this was, and would soon think about leaving and walking around doing his own thing on the side until he was called to take up some other action or partake in something requiring his assistance, though soon the man began to speak after deciding it was time to partake in conversation and see what the man was made of. He hadn’t wished to fight or see how powerful he was, Kutari was famous around those parts and one of the more prominent people that would be around and basically untouched. He started off with relative small talk, it was clear he was a bit timid, or maybe cautious trying to size up and see how Kutari operated, though didn't have the time to continue waiting and seeing how he’d move. It was definitely a questionable place Kutari was in, he was a powerful asset that seemed to be easily manipulated and dictated, a quiet being that took to himself, typically the stronger Youga would actually band together to stroke their own egos and feel even more invincible surrounding themselves with such exceptional characters. But Kutari wasn’t like the rest, he was an entire anomaly, seeming to abide by the will of his captors without question, but seemed to have some ulterior motive and consciousness about him, or so the man explained in hints and keywords, it was clear he was cautious of his hunch being wrong and didn’t want to blurt out his feelings, but simultaneously wanted to hope that his hunch was correct and Kutari wasn’t a robot like the rest of them and wanted to see the outside with his shackles unlatched. Now the question would be how he should respond, what words he should say and if this was actually a test by the wardens, if the man was someone worth trusting and mingling with in such a manner, or a sleeper agent intending to smite Kutari down and bring him out for the world to see, his next few moments would hang on these thoughts to decide a degree of acceptance and reality in the future.


WC: 6650


Putting 6000 WC into Mangekyou Sharingan claiming with 25% reduction. 100 into Yomo's Motto 25% reduction claim. 524 into Minds Eye of Kagura 25% reduction claim. 26 into Vacuum Great Sphere

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