Almost instinctively, Kiro stopped moving upon hearing the light tone of Sagisō’s mellow voice flow into his ears. The tip of the chakra blade had already cleanly sliced through Kin’s dirty clothing but stopped once it touched her skin. However, even that was enough to draw a tinge of red liquid. The Uchiha continued to glare down at Kin as he quietly listened to Sagisō’s advice.
As she had moved to squat beside him, Kiro had already began to ponder her words. Sagisō had dropped her hints, piece by piece, leaving them for Kiro to find. And slowly, Kiro began to pick them up. Though his actions weren’t exactly rash, he could see the potentially negative consequences that would follow it. Yes he would be graced with satisfaction right now, but was it truly worth sacrificing what he had hoped to gain on this very mission?
Perhaps he had once again let his emotions get ahead of him. Almost costing him once again. But this time, Kiro could see the logic in holding off on revenge for a bit. ‘A chip that can still be used? I see now.’ Though Kin had been Orochimaru’s throwaway piece, that didn’t mean she had lost all her use yet. No. Trash still had its uses. And if Kiro was correct in his assumption about the Leaf, it would be disposed of soon after.
Either way, with Kin now out of the equation, only the abomination remained. Even all the way out by the sandbar, Kiro could feel the cold, ugly power of hate. The power born from the creature’s rage seemed monstrous. The intense pressure of the chakra may have even been suffocating to some. However, Kiro knew that power wasn’t Orochimaru’s creation. The snake had only bred the hatred inside the two jinchuriki. That power came from the beast within, feeding off the unadulterated rage of its weak-minded host.
Letting out an understanding sigh, the Uchiha finally moved his hand away from Kin and allowed the chakra on his hand to dissipate. After that, he turned to face Sagisō with a calm but focused expression. “I think I see where you’re going with this. Being patient does sound like the logical route. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong though. I know you can.” Kiro said this last part in a light-hearted manner, referring to Sagisō’s uncanny ability toread his mind understand what he was thinking at most times.
However, his expression darkened soon after when he looked behind her to see a small figure only a few steps away from them. The girl wore a black cloak which had a red-colored, white-bordered cloud-shaped pattern. “Yo Sagisō, we got company.” Sensing the potential danger, Kiro whispered that warning to Sagisō even though he knew she could probably see with the byakugan. After examining the few details of Misa, his sharingan wandered off in the direction of the man who had chosen to remain still in the water. ‘Is that…?’
Kiro refused to believe what his eyes were seeing. He could see the freakish chakra combined with an extreme level of killing intent that was oozing out of the mysterious masked man in the cloak. The dark swirling clouds overhead seemed to be the same ones he had seen a short while ago. However, it was the murky black liquid that followed the man which caused Kiro to recollect the old, crazy stories he was told in the Mist.
The stories told of dark clouds floating overhead the carnage of countless, dehumanized bodies. Followed by this was the black rain and oceans alongside rivers of flesh and blood. This was the cruel work of a monster made of only blood and bones. It was the being who single handedly slaughtered the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. Dubbed in Mist folklore as either the God of Despair or the Demon of blood and vengeance. That was Damos. Or so the legends said...
As she had moved to squat beside him, Kiro had already began to ponder her words. Sagisō had dropped her hints, piece by piece, leaving them for Kiro to find. And slowly, Kiro began to pick them up. Though his actions weren’t exactly rash, he could see the potentially negative consequences that would follow it. Yes he would be graced with satisfaction right now, but was it truly worth sacrificing what he had hoped to gain on this very mission?
Perhaps he had once again let his emotions get ahead of him. Almost costing him once again. But this time, Kiro could see the logic in holding off on revenge for a bit. ‘A chip that can still be used? I see now.’ Though Kin had been Orochimaru’s throwaway piece, that didn’t mean she had lost all her use yet. No. Trash still had its uses. And if Kiro was correct in his assumption about the Leaf, it would be disposed of soon after.
Either way, with Kin now out of the equation, only the abomination remained. Even all the way out by the sandbar, Kiro could feel the cold, ugly power of hate. The power born from the creature’s rage seemed monstrous. The intense pressure of the chakra may have even been suffocating to some. However, Kiro knew that power wasn’t Orochimaru’s creation. The snake had only bred the hatred inside the two jinchuriki. That power came from the beast within, feeding off the unadulterated rage of its weak-minded host.
Letting out an understanding sigh, the Uchiha finally moved his hand away from Kin and allowed the chakra on his hand to dissipate. After that, he turned to face Sagisō with a calm but focused expression. “I think I see where you’re going with this. Being patient does sound like the logical route. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong though. I know you can.” Kiro said this last part in a light-hearted manner, referring to Sagisō’s uncanny ability to
However, his expression darkened soon after when he looked behind her to see a small figure only a few steps away from them. The girl wore a black cloak which had a red-colored, white-bordered cloud-shaped pattern. “Yo Sagisō, we got company.” Sensing the potential danger, Kiro whispered that warning to Sagisō even though he knew she could probably see with the byakugan. After examining the few details of Misa, his sharingan wandered off in the direction of the man who had chosen to remain still in the water. ‘Is that…?’
Kiro refused to believe what his eyes were seeing. He could see the freakish chakra combined with an extreme level of killing intent that was oozing out of the mysterious masked man in the cloak. The dark swirling clouds overhead seemed to be the same ones he had seen a short while ago. However, it was the murky black liquid that followed the man which caused Kiro to recollect the old, crazy stories he was told in the Mist.
The stories told of dark clouds floating overhead the carnage of countless, dehumanized bodies. Followed by this was the black rain and oceans alongside rivers of flesh and blood. This was the cruel work of a monster made of only blood and bones. It was the being who single handedly slaughtered the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. Dubbed in Mist folklore as either the God of Despair or the Demon of blood and vengeance. That was Damos. Or so the legends said...
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