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Everyone usually finds new things to learn about in a new country, right? From different languages, or accents to food and lifestyles that are unique to that country only.  Most people would study about the area they were going to visit so they can know about the background of the environment around it and what made it like it was. That’s ‘most’ people, if not all that travel. The water country is home to Kirigakure, the hidden mist village or ‘bloody mist’ as some other old timers started to call it when war was being fought. Bloody mist is from the training methods it used to make ninja. It made it so that the ninja that got out of the academy had no emotional attachment whatsoever. During their final genin test; each student would fight to the death. That’s right, 12-14 year olds killing for the first time with the victims being the friends that they grew up with. It was so that they would follow the strict ninja rules that people expected them to follow. Do not show emotion while on a mission for your village. It was a major rule that all mist ninja was supposed to follow when they were the ‘bloody mist’. Once the 3rd shinobi war was over the mist rebuked the training methods and took on the practice that most other villages did. Very simple, but effective ways to get genin out of the academy that were expected to grow into very useful ninja for the village.

With that in mind why don’t we focus on what was going on in the water country while we are talking about it, shall we? The death trap is one of the hardest and most difficult places to navigate throughout the whole water country. Some would rank it just above the illusion forest in terms of people getting lost. It was mainly because of the thick fog that coated the very area like a blanket. It was so thick, people couldn’t see out further than three feet in front of them during the day. At night it probably was impossible to get through there without some sort of fire, or light source. Even then it would still be difficult to transport through the area. At least this is what most people would think if they were traveling. “Why can’t I see a god damn thing here?!” A voice shouted throughout the fog. The sound echoed throughout the trench like surrounding. Footsteps of the figure that yelled could easily be distinguished from the boots he wore stepping onto loose earth.  Not being able to tell where is was, or being able to see anything surrounding him really gave Moku an attitude that just went everywhere.

“Everywhere I can somewhat is just rocks, fog, and more fucking fog. When will I be able to see some trees, or women. Women trees? How would that even work out? Would like..Their barks make boobs or something? I just. Well. These are the questions that make life interesting.” He tapped his chin while he walked carefully through the area. He couldn’t be rampant when walking through this fog. For all he knew, there could be an ambush of ninja just waiting for a lost soul to come into their grasp. He wouldn’t matter if that did happen however, it would just mean he would get to hear screaming and that would make him laugh until he got done with his actions. It wouldn’t hurt to have some laughing here and there, especially if it can be caused by reducing the current population by at least three or four bodies.

“Their sap sacks could act like breasts I would guess.” His mind quickly went back into the perverted state. It’s been a while since he was with a woman. Fixing the beanie on his head, he moved the bandanas from his face just so he could see a little further and not cloud his vision with the fabric. The hidden waterfall headband remained over his mouth, barely touching his lips so he could talk. It wasn’t much of a mark he cared to wear. It was merely just to fill out his outfit and it did make him slightly more intimidating with the whole “You can only see my eyes’ look. It was cliché he knew this. It still didn’t make him care enough to actually switch his style. Jumping slightly, he bounced on his toes and started to sprint through the trench. He was bent at his waist and kept his arms behind his back so he could get lower to the ground. Each step he took was silent, keeping his footing light on the ground while he raised each leg with long strides.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers let him go, my mom says to pick the very best one and you are..” He jumped in the air, grabbing onto a branch that hanged out of the trench and let him get a view of the area. “It.” This didn’t really help him out on what he needed to do. The fog was just too thick for him to see anywhere. He would try to make the fog adjust to him with suiton jutsu, but he didn’t want to give his position away after he ran.  Dropping down to the ground, he rubbed the back of his neck slightly, spinning around on his boot tips.

“So boringgggggggggggg!”
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Speed; Make Great Haste.

It had happened through radio communication. Seven o'clock at night, still darkness overtook the Mizukage. The shadowy leader of the Mist Village - one of the most brutal and hardened shinobi villages to the date. Night time had taken over the skies, calling in the thick fog which came with every night. A blaze of lights boomed from the village's innards, suggesting the potent array of night life which displayed itself each and every passing night. Strobe lights and search lights alike splattered themselves against the thick wall of haze. He just stood there, looking out of the massive window which covered the entirety of his office's backside. The lights were too his left; what lay before him, however, was much more awe inspiring. A steep, dead drop off of a cliff. Pounding waves crushed their liquid bodies onto the stone wall below, causing foam and mist to spray forth. It was impossible to enter from that side of the bay. Even if a ship was somehow able to maneuver in those rigged waters, it would be unable to reach up to the Mizukage's office with any weapons. Beyond that, numerous clusters of friendly recon units were scattered about, with heavy fortification making a net formation in and under the water's reaches. The cliff itself was built into, actually making the majority of his tower's walls, and thus carved with the hundreds of windows and door spaces. Entire tunnel like caves, carved into the side of the massive rock, serving as useable and functioning operation hallways.

"Kffttt... Mizukage-sama, we've picked activity along our perimeter in section one. Target in question appears to be alone. Currently he's marked at 6.43 kilometers from our main gate. Awaiting orders, sir."

The voice came from a small device in his desk. It rang clearly through the musty silence, thick with powerful thought and intense emotion. At first Inoshi did not respond, enthused by the news. A thin, snake like smile spread across his lips as he considered the fun of toying with some unsuspecting visitor. The smile continued to grow. Ice blue eyes stared through the window pane, shifting as he began to turn towards his desk. His blonde hair hung about his head like blades, perfectly styled into order, yet made to look almost messy. The razor edge of his jawline matched his other acute features, looking as if he was carved from a statue of gold, created from the hands of something beyond human itself. Even his skin held this look, untouched by aging or blemishes. He looked young, yet matured. Broad shoulders served his clothing perfectly, allowing the thick purple garments to hang over him with a sense of taste and grace. Everything about him appeared to be royal. That of nobility. His robes looked as if made of silk, formed into a flowing garment not too far from what most kage shinobi wore. The only difference was that he looked like a king, while others looked like soldiers.

Fingers pressing down against the intercom switch, Inoshi let full, shapely lips make speech. "Continue to monitor his location. I'll be there soon. I've been looking for an excuse to get out of the office. Why not play meet'n'greet?" He sounded like a predator. A wild animal in need of taming, yet without the ability to dull himself down. Brushing past his desk, the Mizukage heard the short, one worded response from the intercom, letting Inoshi knew his orders had gone through. Sir! His smile resumed its game, intrigued by those submissive shinobi, bent to taking orders and hammered into thinking only what Inoshi wanted them to think. Bound by a loyalty which would animate them to kill themselves at the mere mention of their Mizukage. Their leader.

Winding through the numerous hallways and rooms of the tower, he made haste to exit. Each face he passed looked stressed and made to look proper in his presence. Each body became rigid as he passed by, struck with a wave of utmost respect and mystification. Each pair of eyes that fell onto him peeled apart; or at least tried. Each individual trying to grab at his layers, and see what lay beyond the silent and deadly approach he took. What was he really, and who was he to become in their history. Each was but a mule, doing the work which was provided to them. Each living the false hood of importance, and thinking themselves to be accomplished shinobi. Working directly under, and in immediate contact with their illusive Mizukage. They were the only ones who were able to see him, hear him, take orders from him directly. They were the ones who were most under the illusion of his acting. His fake manners, mask of professional kindness. None of them held a candle to what was really important for the Mizukage. He cared about none of their lives, only about protecting them as his objects. Part of his collection. Only he would be able to destroy their futures - he raised them, brought them into fruition, and gave the village life.

Everything had been a puppet game to him. Everything still was a puppet game to him, actually. Nothing but a minor riddle for him to solve, or a question in need of answering - with the only person being able to answer being himself. He had brought himself from a mere child, a useless boy, to the head of his clan. But this had not been enough for him. He had not yet become content with that life, and never wanted to. He pushed himself further, securing himself as a major politician and acting shinobi at a young age. A very young age. Even so, he wanted more. His thirst was hardly even quenched from the title of Mizukage, so he took more. Always took more. Striking down the Daimyo, he had named himself the Emperor of Water; the one ruler of his nation. A man who answered to no one. However, even this would not satisfy him. No. He always wanted more. He could not be content leading one of five shinobi villages, and their homeland nations. He needed everything, like that of a god. It was only fair.

Making his exit from the tall tower, Inoshi leapt into action, his body speeding through the night. The mist made roof tops slick, his feet flinging over the watered down tiles and pushing him faster, faster, and faster still. He dug a hole into the black night's veil. Lights began to speed by him like those visible to a moving train's passenger. His clothing billowed behind him, launching himself over the populated streets and through the most deserted ally ways, he crossed the large channel of his village in an effort to pass the main gate's location. From the outside, the entirety of the nation would look like nothing more than a large rock formation, built into the side of an uneven terrain. The blankets of mist would render even that disguise perfect, shielding any of the village's lights from coming out, and blocking the eyes of those who would try and peer through the tireless water vapors. Entire scenes played out below him as he shot through the air in a blur. His face was covered in a hood, casting his face into shadow, and hiding himself from those would would otherwise stop in their tracks and stare in misty eye'd wonder. Each moment, he pushed himself to move faster. Be faster. Become someone of a higher level, push past any barriers he had previously set for himself, and evolve into his next form. That was always his goal. Always. Metamorphosis into something greater; something that became harder and harder with each passing bound.

His feet began to break the tiles as he pushed himself to move faster and faster, his chakra swelling in his body, each meridian pumping with his malevolent and potent energy. He felt himself continue to accelerate. The mist flew past him, his vision hardly enough to see what was in front of him. Leaping from building to building, the man continued to move. Each obstacle was neatly dodged and countered with grace, throwing his body through endless routine in order to become physically perfect. Whipping around chimneys and bulbous additions to housing, he was able to remain nimble. Even the wet roof tops proved to be nothing but a petty annoyance to the Yamanaka. It was easy enough to stabilize himself.

His approach was different, however. Always had been. While his body was able to maintain and endure the ruthless training required to accomplish such speed, he thought of such methods as primitive. Unneeded, and slow. Hardly his way of doing things. Instead, he turned to chakra. The natural energy which made shinobi different from those without the heaping mass of translucent energy. Having become beyond masterful with this abundant source, he had learned to create more beneficial routes to gain what most were unable to do. With the increased speed of one's chakra flow, so too would their body's abilities increase, and dramatically become more active. Every function of the body would begin to work harder, move faster. Movement was no different. While most conditioned their bodies to run with muscle mass, and strict life styles, he had gone above and beyond. Mastering the mind. The energy which made him into what he was. It was a route which others, in most cases, could not take. And even those who could often turned to the more traditional improvement methods. Inoshi looked down upon it. There were limitations which came with running one's body into the earth. Serious side effects which he would never encounter. His abilities were stable, ageless, and incredible.

He had always been faster than his peers. Always quicker in both his mind and body. Of course, he too had started with the basic approach. Run for hours, build stamina, become stronger and stronger. However, such an approach had its limits, and became more and more clumsy as you progressed. His body seemed to move in a blurring bullet fashion, legs pushing off of each surface with immense strength and repeated swiftness. He was superior. Always had been, and he knew it. Lived on it. Governed himself based on that. But there was more to speed than, well, speed. The ability to correct one's movement, change the flow of movement. Become graceful, and adjust movement. It was an art form - the mastering of one's body. One that he had all but mastered, but was always becoming stronger and stronger in. Leaping as if containing no bones, his body whipped around as if in a dance, always finding a way to land and do so gracefully. Like a snake being tossed through the air, only to fall in a perfect coil and launch itself into a strike.

Arriving at the gate only minutes later, he landed before the massive structures. Already made aware of Inoshi's orders, the men controlling the gate's movement started to unfold their large panels. Slowly, he began to walk forward, watching the massive doors open before him, like the mountain itself was opening to let him inside. He looked serious. Dangerous. Without a fear in the world, and determined - through the source of his determination could not be detected from an outsider. And then he was off again, like the shot from a gun, himself as the bullet, he accelerated forward, no longer protected by the village's location and fortification. Pressing his finger to his ear, he activated a small walki-talki-like-radio. "I am on location. Where is the target now?" The response came quick. None could hide from the Kirigakure ninja, their forces specializing in tracking, and lining the walls of The Death Trap; in fact, this was the Death Traps primary purpose, to detect incoming personnel with sensory abilities, and alert the village's defenses. It worked perfectly, stunting any kind of surprise attack that would otherwise cause a problem in the powerful village.

"Kfftt... We have eyes on you, sir. Target is close by. Current marking is 21.34 meters ahead of you."

Inoshi's body relaxed, looking forward by instinct, as if he could actually see through the thick mist. Though, his vision was much attuned to the mist's blinding effect now, having lived his entire life within the musty aroma of Bloody Mist. Continuing to walk forward, Inoshi waited until his "target" would be within easy hearing distance to his voice, calculating it so that they would fall at about seven meters apart. "Ever considered traveling with a lighter step, hm?" Inoshi said, his rich voice positively dripping with a cleansing tone. Low and deep, yet filled with wonder and arrogance. It would seem to come from no where, and everywhere at once, his body completely hidden in the thick mist.

"You made it easy for us all to see you, that is."

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"Ever considered traveling with a lighter step, hm?" The simple words made Mokuzai smile softly. It’s been a while since someone has seen him, or heard him coming. No one really takes the time anymore to really pay attention to detail when it came to others approaching silently. This does not mean that he was easy to find; no. Mokuzai spent time training on how lightly he stepped on the ground. It took someone with a keen sense of noticing the smallest detail in sound to track him. Even though it didn’t help that he was yelling and shouting while he was traveling through the area. That probably had something to do with him being found rather quickly. His black pools looked forward through the mist. The others’ voice didn’t really affect Mokuzai much.He’s spent his life as a Nukenin. He had to be tough with his personality or he would get destroyed from mere words and thoughts more than actions themselves. It would be a shame if this man didn’t use the mist as a ‘mind fuck’ when he approached Mokuzai. The mist was made for this, was it not? A defense mechanism so that no one could approach the upcoming village with much ease. Mokuzai knew where he was. There was no doubt about that. He didn’t come to this country without prior knowledge; it would be viewed as rude, disrespectful and.. actually It wouldn’t be –that- bad for Mokuzai. He didn’t visit the water country all that much.

Let’s focus on why this mist is seen as a good thing in Mokuzai’s mind. It’s dense enough so usual people can’t really see through it, or see some feet in front of them. It was really a great defense on invasions. This whole area was just sending people to their deaths. Which was wonderful in Mokuzai’s personal views. Anything to do with bloodshed and destruction he found comedic. He would break out laughing just for seeing someone trip or scratch up their skin. He wasn’t always like this, but he couldn’t help it; it was instinct to do so. It was apparent that his mind was on the unstable side slightly. Let –slightly- be the vaguest word that you’ve heard. Slightly to him was very, very off putting. Meaning that even though it meant ‘to a small degree’ he made it mean the exact opposite of the real meaning of the word. An Acronym if you agree. He didn’t really care how people thought of him; why should he? Others thoughts did absolutely nothing to his personality or actions. Didn’t like the way he spoke or acted? Too bad. He wouldn’t stop just because someone asked him to; even if they asked nicely! It was how he acted that got him through life. How do you kill someone who wants to die? Who would accept it with open arms and bring it chocolate and flows just to welcome it in his home?

With his body standing sturdy and straight, Mokuzai slowly slipped his digits in the depths of his coat pockets. The white, yellow and black jacket fit loosely to his body. It didn’t restrict his movement, or make sounds when he ran. It was very delicate fabric, but could last before getting torn. He had multiple jackets of his type, so he wasn’t exactly scared of losing it. Walking deeper in the mist, he kept his cool while not knowing exactly where the voice lingered from. Some would call this move idiotic, or just plain stupid; which it was. Who would do such a thing as chase something you cannot see? It was actually comedic to Mokuzai; walking straight towards death or something far worse. It was adrenaline pumping material for him. Letting a cool breath escape past his lips while a smirk coldly played on his expression. “"You made it easy for us all to see you, that is.

“Maybe I wanted you guys to see me? I mean, I was yelling and being as loud as possible to be found.” His tone remained cold and calm yet soft with the sarcastic politeness within his words. Mokuzai loved to talk, and he would abuse that fact. “I’m alone. No reason to look for others. I’m sure if you found me so easily, others wouldn’t be that hard, now would it? I mean no harm. No reason to get hostile in all honesty. If I really wanted to invade this village; I’d have more than one person and I would come from another direction rather than through this death zone.” Which, he was right about. Mokuzai had more smarts than that to enter a village solo. He wasn’t –that- strong..yet. He would have to use the strength of others, numbers to be exact, to get what he wanted done.

Mokuzai did have leadership qualities. He just chose to keep them hidden to people that didn’t deserve to see them. Moku wasn’t always a comedic sadistic prick; he did have a calm and collected side. Only few people have seen this, but he does have it. It’s where his leadership came into play. Given he didn’t have anyone to lead over, unless you count the people in his head, but that is a whole other deal that is too complex too get into at this moment.

“So what’s your name, sly voice man? I’m Mokuzai from hidden waterfall.” He pointed towards his headband that remained just above his right temple. “Well was from. Decided to go my own route to be honest with you. The whole depend on your village thing was not my favorite thing to do, so why not just run from it and take a life of independence and evil?” He chuckled softly at the last word, trying to keep his face straight while still walking forward. He didn’t know if he would run itno this man or not, he didn’t care to be honest. If he was to meet this man, then so be it; if not then who cares? He can just turn his back and walk to the other way. Even though it was highly likely that this man could kill him. To be able to sense someone from far away was something that really impressed Mokuzai.

“So how much of me can you actually see?” He held up his right hand, slowly lifting his middle digit while sticking out his tongue. “Can you see this? I’m sure you can. Everyone knows what this means, right? Fuck you or go fuck yourself, or some other thing you can think of. I guess ti could mean something nice too! I have yet to think of something but, let that be something we can think of. Together. “ He smiled brightly once he said the last word. He was honestly bullshitting the whole time and letting his finger speak for its self. Yeah this was rude, but Mokuzai was only toying with the man just as he was playing with him. He used his voice and Moku just so happened to use his finger when he wanted to.
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“Maybe I wanted you guys to see me? I mean, I was yelling and being as loud as possible to be found.”

Inoshi's face fell into a sarcastic expression, looking at the male as if to challenge his words. The opposing shinobi walked through the mist, into Inoshi's line of vision. Instantly, his mouth lost any of the previously shown enthusiasm. It was a younger male, wearing the signs of a waterfall ninja - a smaller and lesser known village; a village that only had a very small amount of its ninjas entered in the bingo books as any kind of real threat. That said, there were always exceptions. The other man's voice sounded low, confident and cold. Inoshi's lips curled at the tips, lingering about his face as nothing but the shadow of a smile.

“I’m alone. No reason to look for others. I’m sure if you found me so easily, others wouldn’t be that hard, now would it? I mean no harm. No reason to get hostile in all honesty. If I really wanted to invade this village; I’d have more than one person and I would come from another direction rather than through this death zone.”

That did it. The full smile came, snaking over his skin with a cruel, a dark tinge. Each feature he owned became completely lethal. Toxic, even. His mood began to rise, and the energy around him did the same. Without moving, he allowed himself to grow taller, adjusting his stance. A slow, rumbling laughter came from the Yamanaka before he spoke in reply. "You make such an invasion sound so easy, Takigakure shinobi." Taking a quick step forward, he let his hand raise, extending it out to the side. "My name is Inoshi. Current head of the Yamanaka Clan, and Sandaime Mizukage." His chakra rose from within him, challenging the boy opposite him. Rinsing off of his body in thin, almost translucent purple waves. Like a heavy aura which gave the air a weighted feeling, as if it were heavy. The mist began to get pushed aside by the chakra. The boy started to speak again, but Inoshi cut him off, his own voice dominating the space with superior volume and presence.

"Prey tell me, Mokuzai from the Hidden Waterfall, what was it which broke your bond to such a village? Was it their over sweetened ways? The stench of dead dreams, lacking goals, and a boxed in environment? What was it which snapped your loyalty, boy?" As Inoshi spoke, he began a predatory walk around the boy. His aura started to become more and more intense as his emotions boiled into play through his energetic fields. Purple, lengthy waves of dark chakra whipped off of him in a maddening storm of weighted power. The mist began to clear as it was pushed off from the deadly Mizukage. It was said that when two ninja of the kage's level fought, the combined auras could kill inexperienced shinobi, and overwhelm them with a sense of intimidation.

Even the clashing auras of powerful enough jounin could be enough to drive someone without proper experience over the edge. But Inoshi was different. Almost over powering, in a subtle way. Seductive and addicting, yet toxic and filled with a deadly allure. He was the snake of shinobi, and the god of men. The energetic waves washed through the area, glowing and penetrating the mist with its colors. It was impossible to name it one color, however, changing from numerous shades within even a single second, and blasting across the color spectrum; though, most of the time, it came back around to the dark purple river of shade, littered with specs and bits of other blues and greens. It was beautiful, as well as ensnaring.

If the boy had done any of his research, he would have known about the Mizukage - and that was just it. Almost nothing was known about him. He was a man of complete mystery, even to his own village. His sightings were kept low, and his public participation in the shinobi village was low. He kept everything lively, and stoked, but rarely made public outings. He was a man that kept to himself, though was revered as someone of legend among the Kirigakure ninja. Said to be the most successful and powerful Mizukage in their short history, Inoshi was named as the boy prodigy from a young age. It was always said that he was the only shinobi to have mastered every element as well as every style of fighting - the rumors spread through loosely told, and exaggerated stories. They were the rumors which Inoshi had planted the seeds for; such a burning manipulation pumping from his visible chakra like a potent and dangerous drug, sticking to the rogue male.

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This one was an odd little fellow, wasn’t he? Keeping his presence hidden behind the mist and only allowing the volume of his voice pass his lips like a mother speaking to her newborn just seconds after it being brought to the world; It was something that Mokuzai really found interest in. How he could sway ones emotion with a few words spoken aloud.  Once hearing his name, a wave of uneasiness sent through his body with his stomach being the core of the emotion. Was this fear that he was experiencing? He couldn’t have been intimidated by a man that he could not see yet; that is not how Mokuzai works, and that is not something that usually gets to him. The fog that enveloped them suddenly started to glow a light hue of purple. Once his gaze fixed on the position just in front of him, Mokuzai squinted his black pools around the figure that formed in front of him. He has never seen anything like it! The man was practically radiating chakra like water droplets that ran down your skin after just getting out of the shower. The feeling left Mokuzai stunned for a few moments while he took in all this into his mind. It was starting to get a little difficult to inhale but, keeping calm; he slowed down his breathing while he waited for the man to come near him. “Yamanka Clan and the Mizukage.” He scoffed softly, cocking his head while he stretched his arms up.

This was like killing two birds with one stone! Meeting such a storied clan, and an official kage of the five great countries; it was an amazing feeling to actually feel something this powerful, this alluring in front of him. If he was going to die, then at least he’d have something to brag about in hell. Perking out his lips at the next question that the Mizukage asked, Mokuzai sighed heavily before rubbing the base of his neck with his palm. He didn’t really care to talk about this, but if it was only to cure the Mizukage’s curiosity, why not? “Well.” He coughed after he spoke the simple word. It was only to test how curious this man was. Would this really mean that since the leader of the mist came out to this destination that he, as a individual, was interested in a little bitty nukenin? Who knows? Kicking the dirt around with the tip of his booth, Mokuzai opened his mouth to continue speaking to the man. “I was a test subject. Erh, I guess you can say still am. The scientists made me have a fake life, fake memories just for their benefits. You’d be surprised what people would do to children just to see personal gain. I have no family, I have no home; so why stay loyal to a place that I myself deem fake?” He pointed to the head band just on his right temple, tilting his head so the kage could get a better view at it.

“I don’t choose to wear this, ya know. I only wear it to keep my hair up, and to show myself how far I have come since being a lab rat.” He nodded softly, folding his arms in front of his torso, locking his fingers in between each other while h is gaze kept on the kage.  “Tell me. If you came out this far personally, then you must not take interest in killing me, correct? I don’t know much about how kage’s work, but they have men out to take care of the lesser punks.” Mokuzai was merely trying to keep a conversation going with this man. At least try to keep something going on. He seemed like a man of few words and more of that ‘actions speak more for themselves’ sort of being. It really didn’t matter which one he was to Mokuzai. As long as he got to live on from this experience, then so be it. Shrugging slightly, Mokuzai tried to remain calm and collected throughout this whole situation. It would be wrong of him to wrongfully say something disrespectful and have his head tugged off his own body.

“Anything you’d like to offer to this conversation just throw on out here. I’m a guy that loves to talk and keep on talking. I’m sure we can find something out that we both enjoy, right?”

After waiting for a few minutes, Mokuzai's emotions dropped, causing him to get bored. Placing his hands on the ground, he looked up to Inoshi, sticking out his tongue and slowly sinking into the earth. "If you want to find me and actually talk. I'll be in the borders of the country near the docks."

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