“Of course.” Kisame fought to keep the smile on his face. This was a headache.
Returning to Konoha would end badly. He needed to write a missive to Sephiroth and the girl in his body immediately to prevent some sort of conflict there. And he needed to do something about all of these weapons. At least they’d gathered them all— Ah, there was an idea.
“But first, let’s go somewhere a little less open. I want to get these all back where they belong. Come on.”
Kisame turned, hoping it would be enough to make the other shinobi follow, and started walking towards the edge of the village, and the relative seclusion of the trees.
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Returning to Konoha would end badly. He needed to write a missive to Sephiroth and the girl in his body immediately to prevent some sort of conflict there. And he needed to do something about all of these weapons. At least they’d gathered them all— Ah, there was an idea.
“But first, let’s go somewhere a little less open. I want to get these all back where they belong. Come on.”
Kisame turned, hoping it would be enough to make the other shinobi follow, and started walking towards the edge of the village, and the relative seclusion of the trees.