—kage dinner. [event thread]

Trust.

I had to. The man was not only a Sannin - he was a Sannin of a foreign village, that had come to our aid without our doing anything. The moment his words were airborne, my glance shot at him momentarily as my brain struggled to decide whether or not to listen.

In the end, I would heed the mans' warning.

Dual pointer fingers swiftly ascended as I turned back to face the situation, plugging my ears and voiding my sense of hearing. My Sansuegan eyes still burning brightly in their respective sockets, I maintained my focus and awaited whatever was to come next.

Strife. Blood. Destruction.

Death…

From beneath my blessed gaze I’d observe all forms of human transgressions occurring right before my eyes, decimating the peaceful institution designed to house such an important event, and throwing away all remain shreds of civility we humans once claimed to have. My fist shook wildly as my teeth gritted, rage secreting throughout my body as a severe gaze penetrated all forms of trickery set forth and absorbed the entire scene all at once. There were many players to this impromptu brawl, and while I was more than eager to instill the Will of Fire upon them, my voice of reason would remind me of the unknown nature of the battle – as well as my main priority, Ishi-sama’s safety. I was at least forty meters away from the outside brawl and its nearest contender; before I would move further, several more marks would cleverly be left behind, hidden from view.

What the hell is going on here!?

For now I'd manage to remain calm, coolly and without incident, swiftly finishing my analysis of the battle. I’d attempt to pair off each face with the information within my BINGO Book as best as I could, and with each positive identification, their main attributes observed would be noted, from their chakra type to whatever weaponry they stored on them. Some faces were recognizable, while others were utter blanks. Regardless, I would be sharp to their ways, keeping Ishi-sama within my sights as she moved upwards towards the battle. It was at this point that I’d observe the intricate chakra waves flowing throughout the area, intensifying as one neared the insides of the half-destroyed building – it seemed the source of the illusion came from a flute player residing within the vicinity. To me, it was a call for danger. A quiet warning was shot across out team-exclusive channel.

“Ishi! Takeshi! Beware of the genjutsu coming from within – cover your ears!”

The decision to fight or not was not dwelled upon for long, for Ishi-sama’s safety was of top priority. Security protocols would force me to her side, my unique blue-green flames propelling my figure rapidly towards the hole she entered with ease. Byakugan would keep me aware should the rabid below decide to include me in their altercation, and as I glided, it would confirm once more those I was about to meet. I was predatory in the way I moved, yet fluid and languid in my arrival, leather boots sliding onto the smooth floor just past the jagged edges of the broken floor. Though I was already well aware of the presence within this room, I’d face each of them so that the glow within my white eyes made me appear as if I had barely laid eyes upon their ‘holy’ facades. A silent grin was worn as my ivory-stained, layered attire ended its fluttering, the winds of my flight influencing the fabric no more. I was silent in my delivery, expectant of our group's only spokesperson to initiate our greetings.

“…”

[ENTER]

Still steps behind his lady hokage, trailing behind her in all hopes of ensuing her greater safety would he maintain his birthright, chakras to surge and swarm upon his optics like bees would in their robust hives. The battlefield had been a disfigured one, the serene atmosphere that the Bronze Hyuuga had visualized by the key word ‘meeting’ was torn asunder- hostility perfumed thickly in the qualm-heated airs. With the situation at hand teeming at the peak with levels of danger that would indubitably exceed ‘safety’ would the Kenjutsu Virtuoso swiftly spout chakras from tenketsu all around, their energies to seep hither upon his flesh, imperceptible to the mundane eye.

The scene had been a horrific one, morose in the greatest sense as death now unfolded itself in a brusquerie scene of fate. Unknowing of the enemy would he remain neutral thus far ‘lest he had been provoked or commanded to lay waste to those who may have been a bait of harm towards the ‘heart’ of their trio and the trio itself. A face of disgust was present upon him, his brow stiff as if he had been glaring ruthlessly, an angered sneer molded upon his lips, the docile state he had planned to blanket himself with now shattered by this uncanny turn of events, t’was safe to assume that his idea of ‘tolerable’ things had withered to naught.

Looks like now wasn’t the time to craft bonds of companionship, huh?

As soon as her order was passed, her lance had been thrown towards her. Spinning upon her heels the Tsuchikage whipped the Gamyusa Mori around her form, settling it behind her back near her hips as she prepared for the battle. But it seemed as if the events that followed were not to include the leader of Iwagakure. Things happened to quickly for Netami to do anything. The Takikage took out Hiromasa quickly with the aid of the powerful Sannin of Kiri and soon the battle had concluded. Joining the happenings was a trio of Konohagakure Shinobi. Before leaving, the Kishiyagi had taken a look at the state of alliances Iwa had, it was from there that she learned that both Iwa and Konoha had an uneasy and hostile relationship. The Kishiyagi had come to this meeting on neutral terms and she would keep this mindset for what remained of the meeting. If it was even possible she wanted to turn their village's hostile status to one of neutrality. It seemed as if both Kages shared a lot in common, both were female and both seemed to be new at this job.

The Hokage seemed to wait for the battle to end, and as it ended Netami walked towards her. Stopping before her fellow female Kage, the Tsuchikage would offer a hand to the kunoichi, a broad smile upon her lips as she welcomed her to the meeting. ''I am Kishiyagi, Netami the Tsuchikage.'' It was an odd sight to see. One of the room's walls had been completely destroyed, a corpse remained nearby and a few of the shinobi had just fought for their lives, yet peace once more reigned and Netami was all but ready to welcome this new addition to the cast of the meeting. Soon both the Amekage and the Mist Sannin spoke, the first explained his new alliance with all of them. How peculiar, the Tsuchikage thought, that he was willing to ally with all these people that he had only known for a handful of minutes. Returning his bow, the kunoichi simply turned towards Suzaku as he spoke, her eyes scanning his form, taking in all that she could. He was calm and knew what he wanted, he had the qualities of a good leader, unlike Netami.

The green-haired kunoichi nodded as she heard the man's request. She had remained silent during most of the ordeal, and she would do so some more for the fallen. As the seconds went by and silence crept over the proceedings, Netami could do nothing else but have pity upon the world of the shinobi. They had not even been able to have one peaceful meeting. Their world was truly filled with violence and hate.