The first thing apparent in the whole mess was that if they don't find a new host right now, they'd have a rampaging bijuu on their hands. Kisame could feel the three-tails' chakra gathering, and he wasn't normally a sensor.
The Mizukage coughed up blood, grimace marring his features. "They've won. Kirigakure will fall to chaos."
"No. Kiri will not fall." The denial was out before Kisame even processed the words, but it was true. He'd make it so.
Kisame had only a moment to think, and he really didn't need even that, because he knew what needed to be done. The seals required were kept on file, of course, in case of emergencies like this, and he knew enough of the sealing procedure to do it, provided he had assistance. And Shishito-san was also well-versed. There was space to do it as well, and they could keep the Mizukage alive long enough, with a chakra infusion or two. So with the wind-blade he was working on, Kisame sliced through the shaft of the weapon. Not elegant, but it would do, and he ignored the look, or the protest that turned into a wordless hiss of pain as he carefully hoisted the smaller man up. The leaking chakra burned, but Kisame ignored it.
"Now or never, Shishito-san." They were only lacking in one thing, and Kisame felt something almost like regret as he met Naoki's gaze. Naoki was related, from a stable clan, and had decent chakra on his own. He might survive. Might.
He was the best choice they had to keep some measure of stability after, so Kisame gritted his teeth.
"What are you willing to sacrifice for your village, Naoki-kun?"
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The Mizukage coughed up blood, grimace marring his features. "They've won. Kirigakure will fall to chaos."
"No. Kiri will not fall." The denial was out before Kisame even processed the words, but it was true. He'd make it so.
Kisame had only a moment to think, and he really didn't need even that, because he knew what needed to be done. The seals required were kept on file, of course, in case of emergencies like this, and he knew enough of the sealing procedure to do it, provided he had assistance. And Shishito-san was also well-versed. There was space to do it as well, and they could keep the Mizukage alive long enough, with a chakra infusion or two. So with the wind-blade he was working on, Kisame sliced through the shaft of the weapon. Not elegant, but it would do, and he ignored the look, or the protest that turned into a wordless hiss of pain as he carefully hoisted the smaller man up. The leaking chakra burned, but Kisame ignored it.
"Now or never, Shishito-san." They were only lacking in one thing, and Kisame felt something almost like regret as he met Naoki's gaze. Naoki was related, from a stable clan, and had decent chakra on his own. He might survive. Might.
He was the best choice they had to keep some measure of stability after, so Kisame gritted his teeth.
"What are you willing to sacrifice for your village, Naoki-kun?"