After arriving in the near ghost town of Yugakure, the ancient village that was once known as the village hidden amongst hot springs, Isomo sneaked up in a torn house, the roof all crumbled from the rot that took upon the structure. As she just ate a wandering villager before and left nothing but blood, she wasnt too keen of being seen yet, and rested in the ruins, hidden amongst other broken things. Assuring herself to be really unseen, and unoticed since she was at the edge of the village in a ruin, she fell asleep for a few hours, resting after her long trip.

It wasnt too long before a commotion woke her up. Even if the village was barely living anymore, there was still people living in it. And it seemed they were gathering or reaction to something or... someone? Either way, the villagers ans denizens looked scared of what arrived, and it drew the attention of the Tau woman. Getting out of the rubbles and her camouflage, Isomo put on her hood and black kimono, hidding mostly her monstrous appearance,  except for her face and mouth that was barely visible trough the shadow embrace created by her hood. Approaching the crowd, Isomo was weary, and as she approached she could see a man armed to the teeth, looking like an absolute machine of murder. Seeing this Isomo couldnt help herself but grin, eager to meet this man that terrified the population.

As everyone got away and gave way to the man, Isomo approached closer than everyone, but not too close as to get attacked either. As she looked over the man from head to toe, she was in glee over the silhouette before her dark green empty eyes. "By the blood of Jashin who are you?" Asked the monstrous woman with a large grin and a eager voice, hyped by the presence of someone akin to herself.

As the man approached and got closer to Isomo to introduce himself, she took in his impresive stature and menacing look even if he was very calm. isomo knew that his cold attitude and restfullness was only in surface, and could feel it in her heart that this man knew the taste of blood as well as the pleasure of ripping trough flesh and breaking bones. The Tau girl, fascinated, answered after the man had stop talking.


"I too only have a name with a reputation of terror from where I come from, but around here I am not known, I prefer to have the advantage of surprise, only revealing myself when its too late for my prey. But this is.... different. *Large grin* my name is Isomo. My blood is but ash and dust surrounding my black threads, I am not a flesh bag like other shinobi." Answered Isomo calmly, with the wide monstrous mouth stitched across her face.

As the man asked about the faith of Isomo and asked if she seeked the immortality trough blood and pain, the Tau girl smiled even wider her eyes revealing her answer before her words.
"I did invoke Jashin name, and I consider myself neither a common believer nor a cultist. I seek immortality as a way to attain my goal, and my relationship with the Blood Lord isnt one of worshiper, but one of equal as I bring things in the world that please Jashin, and Jashin give me things I want, and talk into my ear often." Added to her answer the kunoichi that once belonged to Amegakure decades ago.

She wasnt afraid to share her true nature with him weirdly enough, as she felt this man and herself shared a lot, and that they were similar in their tendecy and way of seeing the world trough the eyes of predators and not prey.

Before Isomo could finish her answer, a large Ribbon like blade stretched very rapidly in her direction, and before she could react, the razor blade fixed on a steel fine wire wraped around her whole body, constricting her and diging lightly into her leather like flesh, gripping and restraining. As Isomo knew she had touched the man emotions, she smiled even wider, and listened to what he had to say. Hmmm a misunderstanding, how clasic. With her eyes deeply looking into the eyes of the gripping man without even flinching or blinking, she replied slowly and calmly, while twisting a bit to show just how sadistic she was, making the blade voluntarily dig a bit deeper into her flesh, just enough to start exposing a few twitching and twirling black threads all over her body whenever it was pierced, but not enough as to injure her more than on the surface.

"It seem this is a misunderstanding. I do not consider myself equal to a god. I say our relation is of duality, both whispering dark things in each others ear, and both serving the interest of one another. I am aware of my weak state, hence my preying on villagers or low ranking shinobi... for now." Replied Isomo, passing her abnormally long and sharp tongue onto her sharp teeths while still smilling creepily.

"But now now, you mock my goal, calling it a child game, a fools gambit... and say that if I follow you and open my mind, you will show me the truth? I must say, even if I still do believe in getting true immortality, you tickle a sense long lost in my mind, Curiosity. So by all mean, I will gladly follow you, and am ready for my beliefs to be challenged." Replied again the Tau girl, her grin now gone to leave only a face of curiosity and resolve.

At the moment, a Man with platinum blonde hair approached, recently changed by things that happened to his body, yet still he was the same deep within. The muscle bound man walked forward, wearing nothing but his Kimono, an armor of his that easily held his kunai and such hidden from the prying eye. As the man approached the destination of the altar since being dropped into the village just outside of the temple by his token of his. Than he heard people talking about Lord Jashin...is that not the name of the god he was meant to pray to to gain a chance at second life... Raiden would walk to them.

He would note what appeared to be a possible...female maybe, but defiantly looked odd. The other man however had a presence about him and a knowledge about the lord Jashin it would seem. Raiden would speak up "Or Maybe Lord Jashin would be like most other believed gods and seemingly work through others and send a savior to their side that could easily handle you." The Chakra suppression that Raiden had up at that moment would be dropped, allowing himself to be fully felt in the presence. It was not a intimidation tactic but rather a sense to allow the other to feel their level of power being on par with each other, his confidence would speak volumes as well. Raiden carried himself unafraid of consequences as a man who knew his own skill level, and could judge situations and knew how to act in the proper scenarios.

After being the cause for the death of someone however would be the reason for him to try to defend someone far weaker if the need arose, however his sense of self preservation would prevent him from interfering if he knew they deserved it and it would cost him greatly if he was to interfere. Raiden was ready to call his trusty Katana to his head from the re-quip realm of his ancestors if it was so needed, but something told him it would not be needed. After a pause Raiden would speak up. If you know so much about this lord Jashin, is it true that if I pray to this temple that I will be granted a chance at a second life? You see, I'm on a mission of my own accord that could lead to my death, and I would much rather live, so if possible, I would like this chance before attempting my task of binding dragons to a summoning contract" Raiden almost laughed at his own words.

Dragons were mythical by this point, few people ever knew about them to begin with, and fewer still had met a dragon. Raiden however lived amongst Dragons for a time in a mans summoning realm while he was in hiding from the leaf village from some time back at this point. He wondered if the man would believe his story let alone care enough to question it, or give him the information he was asking for. He did not care if the pair did other things at the time. However any sign of a threat and Raiden was ready to react. Raiden would wait and Listen to the man.

As Isomo listened more and more to the speech of the man, it sunked in deeper and deeper. He was right about a lot of things, and Isomo realized and knew she had lost her touch with both words and her way of speaking, as well as with reality. As she lived in the wild so long, she became more beast than person, more monster than human, loosing her sense and being more akin and acustomed to the voices in her head, as well as her own beliefs, unchallenged and alone, like she was for so many years. She did think she talked to Jashin, and trully believed it, but as the man said, there was no proof, and voices in her head were quite useless and eak proof of any divinity, nor power, prooving to be of no help should she need her so called dark god, as they were, maybe, just that, voices. She felt the shame now of her toughts, seeing how short sighted she became, how she lost her touch and grounding. 

She used to be different: when she was younger, still a ninja of Amegakure, she was logical, still a believer of Jashin, but more rationnal, she would have known that she was weak, and would have been more humble in this situation, more aware of the world. As she realized that, Isomo felt disdain for herself, reminded again of the view most people saw her as, a monster, a discusting creature of the gutter, an error of nature that should die like the discusting rat she was. feeling wrecked with triggering emotions reminiscing her of her past where she wasnt confidant in herself, she transformed her grin of pride and madness into a teeth grind of pain and sorrow, now realizing that she was hidding her still alive doubts of herself behind this embracement of her image as an abomination, toggling between over-confidance and self doubt, one side being proud that she was the monster people saw her as, and the other wanting to be burried alive, agreeing with the judgments of the masses. 

As she was torn by the statements of the man constricting her, she finaly found the force to answer to him, because she remembered the basis of her faith, of her travel, and goals. She wanted to belong. Having lived for seven decades, Isomo alway lived in the fringe of society, being seen as a monster, a creature that deserve to die. Never belonging everywhere for who she was and for her savage and bloodlust nature, as well as her appearance, she wanted to belong, and to perdure, more than anything else, as well as to be herself unapologetically, proud of her being and nature, and to live as long as possible, indestructible, impervious, to feel this feeling as long as can be, entering the world of legends and myths. But for this, she wanted to belong, and this man now offered a new option to learn, to see life from a new point again and to learn to be her true self. 

''I lived in the wild for far too long, and my way with words isnt as good as yours... You speak the truth... These voices cant save me, but are the only thing that have saved me from myself, from giving up. My beliefs are what I had to belong, and what I have to perdure. I am, indeed naive, and hate myself for that. But most of all, I am ready to learn. I am ready to finally find a place where I can belong. And I am ready to do anything to safegard my survival.'' said Isomo calmly, ready to follow the man, and oppen minded. 

In her mind though, she knew he was right, mostly. She was indeed delusionnal, and weak, and her god even if she would tell him a thousand time to help her, would not care, and Isomo would die, alone, and in the darkness, falling into the past, forgotten forever.While she did realise this from the conversation, her goal of attaining immortality was still maintained, as she disagreed it was a ''childish goal''. But she understood something different. Jashin was but a tool to her goal, and her goal was far down the road, and her beliefs and way of being too loud about it was a poor way of doing it, as believing in the dark god and seeing herself as equal or worthy, was nothing else than being loud and zealous, furthering herself from the one and only thing she wanted from Jashin himself. Now she had shifted her beliefs: she still wanted to be immortal, but instead of believing in Jashin, she would need to believe in herself and her abilities to survive outside of her ultimate immortality goals. She would need to become stronger, more torough, more carefull, and this man proposed his help in making her learn that, a golden opportunity she couldnt pass, as well as a chance to belong in a group maybe.

As she was in her mind after answering, another man arrived, adding himself to the discussion about Jashin, as if it wasnt complicated enough already! As the man interupted the end of the discussion by hinting he maybe was an avatar of Jashin sent to help Isomo wrapped like a saussage into the razor veil of Arantima, the Tau girl couldnt help but smile at the timing and irony of it, seeing it as a small hint that maybe her beliefs sometimes were true, even if she now shifted them in her mind. As the man continued to talk, he asked about a second life to those who worshiped Jashin, but Isomo kept her mouth shut, not wanting to go ranting again on the life Jashin could or couldnt give, taking in the advice from Arantima to stop thinking the dark lord would grant life, and also to stay low, and be discreet.