Re: Hindsight is 20/20 [Private, Max]

Fri Mar 20, 2020 6:08 am

Requesting midthread roll for Uchiha Genetics.

Fri Mar 20, 2020 2:58 pm

Rolling for Nobo

Fri Mar 20, 2020 2:58 pm

The member 'Kai' has done the following action : Roll Dice/Flip Coin

'Lucky Coin' : 1

Wed Mar 25, 2020 6:59 pm

The organic silhouette would be tethered along the fine lines of fate as the ashen demon traversed the terrain to his newly established home, piles of undead matter enriching his inhuman texture as he homed in upon the first he deemed worthy to encounter the Raikage’s grandiose homecoming, based upon a peculiar form of trust that the man he left behind to guard the village would step up to the mantle. The one known as Noboru Kaito, in which Kutari named one of his Jounin upon completing his conquest upon the village, was easily sensed via the usage of Mayfly and in close proximity. Though he came off as simple minded and ordinary, there was an innate presence with the male which showed some form of promise; the ashen demon looked forward to receiving a cohesive report upon the state of the village and witness the result of Kutari’s calculated gamble, sensing the other seductive Jounin nowhere to be found at the moment.

Nearing the end of his travel to come into contact with his target in the first floor of what looked to be a hospital, an unexpected obstacle would present itself as the Jounin would not be alone - a familiar face being within the same room as Noboru. He could only make out what was taking place due to their connection to the earth via the hospital floor, however what seemed to initially be nothing more than an abrupt operation would turn into something more...mischievous. The oddity in the room would’ve concluded the operation prior to beginning his next array of actions on Noboru, and seeing how the Raikage was unsure whether the surgeon could be trusted handling his vulnerable vassal after moving in such an ominous fashion, this would be quite the reunion.

As the surgeon hesitated immediately waking Noboru from his comatose yet prior to successfully extracting information from the man, the Raikage would make his entrance; his abyss stricken locks would be the first to arise from the depths of the underworld, the ghoulish pale skin of the harbinger would be followed by the mystical and farseeing charcoal optics he wore. The usual Raikage cloak would be his attire to signify the importance of his unknown presence, though the demeanor of the new addition to the otherwise absent room would be atypical as he amassed an metaphysical aura with his being naturally. A stern yet relaxed gaze would rest upon the surgeon as the Raikage took his stature a few meters away, being forced out of the earth and occupying the hospital room, “What exactly is the meaning behind this insubordination, Maximillian Yamaguchi? Surely you have a justifiable reason for taking advantage of Noboru’s powerless status.”

Despite the nature of his words, his face wouldn’t voice irritation or anger with Max’s actions, instead replaced by a bleak curiosity as to the nature of this predicament - unexpecting to see his Jounin in such an easily manipulated state upon the Raikage’s return. His crude and menacing baritone voice range would contradict the peculiar aura of the person before them, assisting the concept of his very comprehension coming from an ethereal and unknown place.

The Raikage would slowly close the distance between Max and himself, not looking directly at Max but instead Noboru as he inspected the post procedure, “Fine work,” running a cold finger along the flawless skin witnessing where it took place via his Mayfly sensing earlier. He’d take a step back and grab a chair nearby before taking a seat in it appropriately, lazily taking his time as he looked to Max once more, “Well, continue to go about your initial business if it’s profitable, otherwise I have business with him and require his consciousness.” The Raikage would sit patiently and watch the festivities figuring Noboru wouldn’t awaken from his slumber anytime soon before Max signaled him to arise. He’d allow Maximillan to continue his efforts if he so chose, knowing it was quite apparent who he was due to said Kage garments and what would likely occur if foul play arises to someone of interest to the Kage. Spectacting intriguingly, the unannounced trespasser would wait to see how he was addressed and the turn of events that will soon occur, the mystery behind his origin surely unsettling.

WC - 717

Thu Mar 26, 2020 6:54 pm

The young lord would channel the needed energy to begin the reading of the unconscious shinobi’s mind but halt his progress as he feels an immense chakra presence suddenly fill the room. He didn’t imagine that an enemy of Kumo would be able to so easily avoid detection, but the young puppeteer would find himself glancing back as the form of an unknown man appeared before him. His new body was still untested, but the young lord was still capable of defending himself should the need arise. Once this man fully formed, the eyes of the former Raikage would widen in shock, as the garb of this new face was all too familiar to him. What an interesting capability, the man able to waltz right into the village undetected. Max would need to look into such an impressive jutsu.

“My successor.” Max would say, offering a nod of respect to the new Raikage that took his place. “There is no insubordination, lord Raikage. I am not disobeying any orders, nor am I going to harm this man. If I desired such, I simply would have killed him during the surgery. I don’t kill valued Kumo shinobi.” His tone was cold, his spoken words hollow and lifeless. This was a side effect of his new form and the man catching him unexpectedly. Max would turn his head, his gaze meeting that of the new ruler of the village, “For too long have I been at rest, and removed from my villages activities. I simply seek understanding of what all I may have missed. I assure you, this is far faster than asking him and removes the possibilities of certain biases, consciously decided or not.” He would offer as Kutari closed the short distance between them. The pale shadow of death that was the current Raikage would offer praise to his work, something that caught the Chuunin by surprise. “I have done a great deal of work mending bodies. Damage to the physical is a simple fix. Damage to the mind is far harder to treat. I need but a moment to concentrate, then I will wake him with haste.”

Young Max had no desire to be disobedient to the man that let him live, so as long as the Raikage held no issue with his actions, he would place his hand on the forehead of the unconscious Noboru. Images would pour into his head, various events playing out like a motion picture one after the other. In but a few moments, the boy would have sifted through weeks of memories, noting various events of importance. Once finished, he would end his techniques and return Noburo Kaito to consciousness. As the man’s eyes opened Max would offer a few words of advice, “Move slowly at first, as you may be a bit sore. By the way, you have company.” This was of course in reference to the presence of Kutari Uchiha. “Lord Raikage, after your business with Kaito is finished, I have some matters I wish to talk with you about.”

The little lord would then await instruction from his superior. He may not have entirely trusted this unknown entity, but if the man was capable of besting Nobunaga and defending Kumo from Kiri rule he was worthy of respect. Until Kutari proves himself an enemy, Max would likely prove both a valuable ally and loyal shinobi to him. Of course, only time would tell for sure what side of the battlefield they would find themselves on.

Fri Mar 27, 2020 1:57 pm

Laying down in the comfortable hospital bed, Kaito felt nothing: it was the bliss of unconsciousness, and this time he didn’t even have to drown his woes in copious amounts of alcohol to achieve it. Still, somewhere along the line of the thick blanket of darkness, blurred colors and sensations floated in his imaginarium, so familiar and yet Kaito couldn’t put his finger on what it was… probably because he was knocked out cold and wouldn’t be able to move a muscle. However, it did disturb him lightly, a discomfort along the lines of his abdomen. The imagery of the past few weeks was heavy with red, heavy with sorry, heavy with failure. But soon it would fade as his conscience was summoned from the depths of his self and into the world, and Kaito breathed in deeply as he woke up, looking at Maximillian as he spoke, but making very little sense of the words spoken. As he did though, the dark eye of the dead Uchiha activated, red coloration flooding the dark iris coloration and two tomoes sprouting at an angle below his left eye’s pupil.

The surge of chakra towards his eye made him glance, and not being used to it, the chakra flooded his right eye as well along with the bulging veins on his temple, activating his byakugan: suddenly, the room widened, and he was able to see all around himself and beyond the walls, see the people laying about and the nurses walking and assisting the sick, their chakra circulation systems, some stunted, some aflare with potential chakra. He put his hands to his eyes, trying to assist with the sudden discomfort of the way his eyes fed on his chakra reserves, almost unable to help it, but while his left eye accepted the darkness thrust upon it by his eyelids, the right eye pierced right through it, lack of light not an issue to it. This was when he realized the person sitting in a chair was not in another room, and instead was close by. Kaito put his hands down, and with his eyes still closed, turned his head to the new figure. He could see the figure’s chakra system, and realized he was still shutting his eyes. He opened them, one white and one red eye now peering at the figure.

The first thing to note was that the byakugan showed Kaito a tremendously fine tuned chakra system, even if Kaito didn’t know it to be one, and the second was that even the Sharingan was unable to read the person’s motions, or lack thereof, again, not something Kaito would know given his lack of knowledge on either of his new dojutsu. But he knew one thing for certain: this person was danger embodied. Between the Sharingan and the Byakugan’s chakra vision, the image painted jumbled Kaito’s brain, and for a solid couple of seconds he didn’t even see the Raikage garb, which made him look at Maximillian in confusion. He pulled his hips back to sit, and his abdomen ached him lightly; even with the healing magic of the mystic palm, the flesh was tender. He winced, but pushed through cautiously, balancing his weight on his hands by his hips, and finally rested back. The words of Maximillian range back to him, as though they travelled a long tunnel of perception within Kaito’s mind, reached the end of said tunnel, and slowly crept back to recognition. “What do you mean, Lord Raikage?” He finally turned his head back to the sitting figure.

The clothing of the Raikage fit rather loosely on the figure, who seemed to be both curious and bothered at the world around himself, as though there was nothing more about this world to inquire and peak his interest. He was not the man who donned the hat of the Raikage when promoting Kaito, just moments after destroying a tailed beast and vanquishing both conqueror and conquered, a new conqueror of his own right. He had heard of the little speech the conqueror had given when leaving the village, but he had chosen not to believe it. It appeared it came true. Only one way to know for sure. Kaito turned his head back to the sitting man, Sharingan and Byakugan trained on the figure, speaking with a dry throat. “Who are you, and why are you wearing my Raikage’s clothing?”

Sun Apr 05, 2020 2:43 pm

A short composed tilt of the chin would be the only new development witnessed as the entranced Kage spectated Maximillian concluding his once halted actions to obtain the information he seeked. Curiosity settled in as he wondered what information Max received due to Noboru’s lifeless body, waiting patiently as the ominous white noise settled in the small room. As Noboru soon began to once again mobilize, the Raikage presumed Max finished his business and carried out the mentality he only just spoke of a few moments ago, an instrument meant to assist the people of Kumogakure and their quests for greater power.

As Noboru began to rise from his position the ringleader would be vying to applaud the man for the maturity he underwent in such a small amount of time; the dojutsu he now wielded a pleasurable sight as it seemed Kutari had chosen an ambitious Shinobi to become a Jounin during his time of conquest. His gaze perked up radically as he sat attentively admiring the man’s physique and the peril he survived during the Kage’s absence - there was little resemblance of the naive boy Kutari met that fated day.

The Kage would wish to start rising from his stance to receive Noboru’s consciousness and receive a debriefing of the major events that have transpired during his absence, however the resistance that spewed from Noboru’s mouth would cause him to stop dead in his tracks, the foolish boy beginning to be recognizable in his sight once again. The supportive flame within his optics would dissipate with a relentless hush as the abyss began to settle in, backtracking to the reserved and impenetrable exterior once in conflict with his giddy self. ‘This one has much to learn’ a vile snicker could be heard within his conscious as the distorted voice found the scenario comical, ‘It seems you’ve hit a roadblock’. Since the time of their blood contract, the beast within and himself amassed some form of a relationship throughout the various days. Though shaky a basis had been formed as their bond began to tether towards one another loosely yet true, at times he felt as if the beast was nothing more than a mimic of his own thoughts, they being so close to one another.

“I’m disappointed Noboru Kaito,” the Raikage looked towards the man in dispassion as the snow like aesthetic of his albino skin was all but amplified under the white ceiling light, shifting back into his chair grudgingly as he adjusted his position - still being perceived as orderly but vehemently dissatisfied with the scenario at hand as he grew impatient. “You choose to denounce me as your Raikage despite the preparations made by my subject to be pleasantly received. Be transparent with me: are you a masochist? Do you derive some form of pleasure by glaringly being ignorant to your place and objecting to your superior’s mere presence? I was informed you were the quirky type, but this - this goes beyond my initial high expectations of you.” He never raised his voice, yet spoke in mannerisms which clearly provoked such a thought. Speaking true and calloused, he looked forward to meeting the one he’d hope to consider his second in command or something akin to that, feeling as if this one would be worth investing into out of a hunch, though apparently he was wrong. It was clear his questioning was nothing more than rhetorical.

Through his view the scenery would all but lack Max beside Noboru as his main focus was the perpetrator himself, the clear lack of structure and recognition creating a deterioration in their budding relationship, one of which needed to be solved. The intensity in the bottomless pits of his eyes would reach a breaking point amongst the elongated silence, before simmering down as he hung his head to the ground in what looked to be defeat, his abyssal bangs hiding away vision of his face as he remained lifeless. The dust would settle sparingly as he remained immobile, his breathing and basic functioning audio cues suppressed as the tension smothered the room; the orchestrator of which immune to the setting as he exhaled a sigh that took physical form as condensation ricocheted - the dangerously cold exterior of his being leaking out to his immediate surroundings.

Entity:

As the sigh was relieved, an ominous aura would begin to reveal itself, the curtains drawn as the mask revealed it’s true form. A black mass of corruption and malevolence devoid of humanoid anatomy - excluding a snarl face - would manifest before Max and Noboru’s very eyes as it engulfed the entirety of the patient room’s layout, Max unexpectedly becoming a collateral target to his display of power as Noboru was the main subject, both becoming aware of the killing intent residing within the Raikage if applicable. The deformed entity would feature a multitude of limbs and what looked to be internal organs corrupted with a fussy black malice indicating the unyielding souls the Raikage had consumed upon his journey and the monstrosity hidden behind the bodacious yet uneasy charm he wielded earlier. Skeletal bones and biomass would drip methodically from the specter as it off-handedly aided in outlining the base form of the beast. The mass power oozing from his presence toppled with the fact it could be seen he had no jutsu active and this was his base form, provided the fact he truly was a menace.

The composed expression of the Kage couldn’t be seen to those with normal methods of sight, however to Noboru who likely had his Byakugan active once more he’d be capable of seeing a collected and determined face preparing for the battlefield, the signs of the master who taught the Conqueror and Noboru’s 'Kage' all he knew. As the presence conducted itself along the room as it’s essence remained unyielding, the mastermind would finally speak after some time, “I am known as Gidyne Rygisae. The one you’re so fond of to acknowledge as ‘your Raikage’ was merely one of my loyal subjects acting on my orders, to prepare my travels to this village and invoke my will. I’m fully aware of the announcement he made to the villagers about my soon to be arrival, so either you’re a fool who can’t face reality or you wish to tarnish his memory with your sheer ignorance despite his efforts.” The demonic apparition would torment the souls in the room with him if they fell victim to his abilities as he spoke, playing with it’s food as they could feel it reeling to claw away their body and unravel the concept known as the human body, lusting for more boons to take into it’s own amassed wealth. It chuckled violently with an almost hushed gaze.

“It’s simple really. The one who conquered you all had someone who conquered him long ago, and in that time equipped him with the tools to step foot in the realm I once occupied long ago as well. He truly was exceptional, however his gaze would only ever witness a consistent wall which obstructed his sight to the level of strength that true monstrosities inhabit. If someone like him was capable of seizing you and your village so quickly, and you in fact were amongst the masses who bowed to another before being saved by the hero of your supposed miraculous tale in which you shifted allegiance so haphazardly, you dare not have the right to question the legitimacy of the garments I wear nor denounce my claim as your Raikage.”

The malice would linger throughout the air as it likely ignored the confinements of the room and began to settle into the entirety of Kumogakure claiming it as his own, the power of his will unyielding. Gidyne would finally raise his head to look towards Noboru with fury as his fantastical eyelashes failed to hold back his intent any longer, the time had finally come to confirm whether Noboru could be considered an enemy of Gidyne and Kumogakure in hand. He expected Noboru and Max to kneel and await his next orders if they understood the situation as he did addressing the Kage as such, but would be prepared in case they decided to rebel and be marked as traitors against the village upon hearing his call to action, “Now, do you actually intend on defying me?”

WC: 1425
Used Display of Power, Artifical Stats: 1575. Need 1181 Artificial Stats to be immune if using Display of Power in defense.

Tue Apr 07, 2020 6:53 pm

Max had not seen the man that had claimed the mantle of Raikage, but Kaito’s reaction was that of surprise. He questioned who this man standing before them was, which was concerning to the young lord. Perhaps the man was just groggy, as he did just have both surgery and The Lich had been digging his way around the man’s brain, though it was very unlikely that Max had caused any damage. The man in Raikage garb would seem to immediately address this supposed insolence from Kaito. The man’s aura would begin to fill the room, his sheer presence of it catching young Max off guard. He has felt a great deal of powerful people, but this was something else entirely. This man’s aura was a match for even former Raikages Mortarion and Maku. Max was no slouch, the fiendish presence of his own aura nothing to scoff at, but it would have been dwarfed completely by this newcomer. The pressure in the room coming off of this man was so thick that it could suffocate the unprepared. Luckily the young lord had a great deal of experience with people far stronger than himself, but he wondered how Noboru Kaito would fair in the face of such power.

It would seem as though the man was addressing Noboru Kaito with his words, and so Max would not intervene or interject in any way. This conversation was between the two shinobi in the room with him, the young lord a simple bystander as he watches the events unfold before him. He had no desire to see a Kumo shinobi fall to another, but this was the Raikage’s will. Even if he wanted to protect Noboru, Max was in no condition to do anything about it in his weakened state nor would he necessarily be capable even at full power. This Gidyne was a truly powerful shinobi, almost monstrously so. He would have no choice nor desire to get between them.

There were certain things that this man said though that rang in the ears of The Lich and sent waves of fiery rage coursing through his being. Despite his valiant but failed efforts to keep Kiri from ruling over them, those that called themselves Kumogakure shinobi BOWED to Nobunaga?! His own concentration was beginning to flicker, dangerously passionate anger beginning to overtake all of his thoughts. If such a thing was true, he almost wanted to shatter the knees of any who bowed to Nobunaga and Kiri so that they may never stand proudly again.

WC: 424

Wed Apr 29, 2020 6:11 pm

Kaito had barely woken up, dizzy with the recollection of events past, the memory of the nameless conqueror that fell beasts and men alike on the battlefield outside the walls of Kumogakure, and already him and his big mouth of his had found trouble for the redheaded genin.

Having sat back, he heard the man speak. Slowly his insides grew colder as he realized he just talked inappropriately to someone who was not wont to be talked in such fashion. Kaito reflexively swallowed the contents of his dry mouth, resulting in a dry gulp that was likely audible to the people present if the volume he heard it at was any indication of how noticeable it would’ve been in the otherwise peaceful environment. The figure called him by name and stated his displeasure at having his position denounced in spite of his predecessor’s efforts in preparing his coming; it appeared either Maximillian had spilled the beans on who he was, or the predecessor was capable of giving vast reports for the newcomer to be able to identify him with such ease. However, to be called quirky was something else; maybe he had him confused for the other redhead that his predecessor informed him about.

The redhead observed the figure with his new Sharingan, the crimson iris flowing the light perfectly into the black pupil, the two tomoes obtained by Volt Uchiha assisting in capturing the slightest of motions, and yet, the figure before him was remarkably still, as though it were carved from a block of stone that had not moved in ages. And then, the darkness came.

Vile clouds of flesh and shattered bone vomited forth from the figure claiming the title of Raikage, infecting every inch of the pristine surfaces of the room, contaminating the air with malice, forming a monstrous amalgamation of mutilated corpses sewn back together by their collective hatred of the one who reaped their lives. Though his Sharingan observed this, the Byakugan’s sight pierced through the illusion and showed him a world where the man stood just as still as he had before.

And yet, he couldn’t help but feel the pollution of the miasmic presence corrupting his being: whereas he had felt the cold of worry wash his internal organs in a cold bath as the blood started to instinctively run towards his limbs as a means to prepare him for trouble, now the heat dissipated as he grew colder all around, a sinking sensation holding on to the pit of his stomach and dialating time and space to lower it beyond its physical capacities. The one who called himself Gidyne Rygisae proceeded to explain that his predecessor had made preparations for his return, and in that regard, he wasn’t wrong: Kaito had heard the reports, and the Nameless Conqueror had never been seen since, which left everyone in the village in an aloof cloud of indecision and apathy, as though the traumatic events of the conquest’s night never happened and were better off drunk away than committed to memory; after all, there’s no need to prepare for an invasion if you can’t remember why you’d need to do so.

The reprimand of Kaito’s comment was followed by the sensation that his skin was being flayed softly, each string of fibrous muscles tugged at until it severed from the rest, his bones boiled and the joints rattled, bequeathment of the ones slain before him. He went on to state that the Nameless Conqueror had been conquered himself by the one standing before them, and for a moment, Kaito seemed to recall something to that effect being mentioned by the Conqueror himself; when Kaito realized there was a tremendous gap in power between himself and the Conqueror, he then tried to imagine a similar gap in power between the conqueror and the one who reigned power over him, and then try and formulate a landscape so vast and out of sight that Kaito was unable of comprehending just how powerful this person the Conqueror spoke of could be. And now here he was before him, and Kaito’s first words to this new being had been a sarcastic comment regarding his garb.

Gidyne lifted his head, and the hatred was palpable in his expression as perceived by the Byakugan and Sharingan alike, a hatred that pierced his eyes and held onto his brain, infecting the nervous system of the former jounin and loosening the grip over his own body as it were, and Kaito couldn’t help the shaking, as imperceptibly as it might’ve been. However, the question of whether he intended on defying such a monster was almost laughable, something he didn’t intend to do lest he further harm the ego of the monster before him. To go to such an extent over a quip was something else, and this person was not at all like the Nameless Conqueror who could roll with the punches. Kaito slowly swung his legs off the bed, one by one and made sure the leg started to angle towards the ground as soon as possible, before getting to his feet. His vision was completely fucked up, as the Byakugan gave clear sight of what happened while the Sharingan kept trying to predict his own movements, and it gave him a headache as the chakra draining vision started to blur the vision from his left crimson eye. He decided to close his left eye for the moment, and the pure white vision of the Byakugan allowed him to perform the next steps more casually. Slowly, he lowered his center of gravity, leaning with his left hand on the bed to help with the sore stomach still tender from the operation. He spoke solemnly, as steadily as the terror allowed him. “Forgive me, Lord Raikage. I spoke out of line. It won’t happen again.” As he finally got to one knee, he bowed his head down, as if ready for the execution that the tension and horror in the room demanded. “What is thy bidding, my Lord?”

wc: 1006

Tue Aug 25, 2020 5:28 pm

Eons would seemingly stimulate the hands of time within the enclosed space of the hospital room, happening upon an unknown equilibrium of movement and rigidness; a modest eye delicately watching over the wrothing patient that overstepped his boundaries so abruptly, truly he had his work cut out for him managing this village. Alas, it would prove useful to continue nurturing this place and furthering along his plan for the near future to come.

With a deft motion the limbo room would revert back to its original design, the undying abyss snarling in it’s disappointment of losing it’s chance to add to the varying collections of souls within it’s bowels. The mask would find itself properly positioned on his face once more as the glacial stare turned glee as the sadistic abyss departed for the time being, genuity would be all that remained from the Raikage’s expression as the air no longer devoured the lungs who inhaled it’s depths, “Wonderful, I’m glad to hear everything is in order here.”

As he spoke the man would rise from his position, a giddy skip accompanied his verbose steps as the upbeat Kage raised a hand and began to call upon a secluded pocket dimension housing various storage units throughout his journey, this time around summoning a cooler which held various goody’s that he plopped it on the chair he once sat in. The vile wickedness that plagued the room would solely linger in the minds and bodies of those aside from the perpetrator, as he rummaged and buckled nonchalantly throughout the chest filling the air with a calm tone, “From the report I received Noboru, you were one of the main people my scout chose to watch over this village until my arrival and make sure it stayed intact. For that, alongside our newfound understanding between one another, I’ve brought a gift to further aid you in the field on top of what you’ve already done for yourself thus far,” the last of his remarks solemnly hinting at the eyes the lad now possessed carrying a much greater power than before.

From the chest he’d retrieve a healthy kidney, unbeknownst to Noboru it’s origin ironically coming from the man who damned the villagers of Kumogakure to a swamp that would consume them all, now would reside in Noboru as another source of power if he so chose. An entertaining irony to befall upon the Shinobi who, if accepting would become the blood brother of his previous oppressor. “I’m sure you understand the importance of blood and lineage to us all - the power it holds within that our forefathers sought to obtain and strengthen in a self-substancing cycle. I will be truthful when I say within this organ I know little about the specifics and limits of what it’s bloodline has to offer, however I do know it was wielded by a powerful foe and suggests powers along the lines of manipulation of one’s own body.”

The lucrative offer the Kage had to offer would surely be enticing, the only thing he asked for in payment being Nobo’s loyalty and abandonment of future insubordination, that is if Noboru comprehended what was being suggested of course. Gidyne chose his words cleverly, wishing to silence the worrisome idea of someone asking too many questions while still securing a fruitful ally. “So, what say you? Shall we conclude our business here and go about transforming this village into the ideal envisionment of Paradise?” If Noboru accepted the offer, Gidyne would proceed to give the Shinobi the kidney of Hiyu lineage and expect him to handle the procedure however which way he wanted, be it now or store for later. Once this happened, he’d trouble the man again, “Now, I’m sure there’s no other questions regarding the authenticity of my position. Is there anything else you need to know or ask for? I’m depending on you to continue fulfilling your role in the village and assist me in forming it to become a powerful asset as it was in the past.” He’d wait patiently after the patient gathered his belongings and handled his business and was able to address the question appropriately, looking forward to the primitive options ahead.

WC: 702