His Right Hand: First Act

[Tsubasa Masumi]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #8C627F; border: solid 3px #350028; border-radius: 20px;] i'd rather die on my feet "I would expect nothing less." she commented. Of course he would be participating. He was not the Kage because he had nice hair or because he spoke well or anything of the sort, although the hair bit was definitely true (the speaking, in her opinion, was not) - he had earned his position by killing his predecessor, by being the most powerful shinobi in the village. It would be ridiculous to assume that he wasn't participating in this endeavor. In fact, the seedling strategies that were popping up in her mind all involved him - she couldn't see how the village's jonin would be able to accomplish this without him, truly. "To be honest, most of what I have already thought of does involve you using that ace of yours. Perhaps superheating the armored shell and then cracking it with fuuton techniques, for example, which would allow us easier access to the softer parts of the creature's body and thus more ways to kill it. It would tire you out, certainly, but it would take care of the problem." She didn't care how much it exhausted him to use his strongest katon technique; if that was what it took, then that was what they would have to do, no questions about it. "Of course, I will do my best to think of a strategy that will not put you out of commission, but sometimes the simplest strategy is the best." "I will bring him to you shortly." Masaru Taichi was an interesting man with a very short temper, a frequent mission partner for the woman over the years. His explosives would certainly be a benefit, so long as he managed to keep himself in check... an unlikely outcome at best. Having him involved was a bit of a risk, but all the same it was a necessary one. She would not even consider it if not for necessity. words 321 tags chinatsu notes 3230/2500 than live life on my knees

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