Mist District

[Salt Witch]

These soldiers stood before her and in doing so, they devoted themselves to her cause the future of their village and yet none of them knew her. None in the room had met her before, how could they consider her when up until now she had been believed to be dead. Her life during the times of the bloody mist reduced to a few paragraphs in text books, all of which are incredibly vague, and a collection of compositions the medic wrote herself now lost to the archives of the past.

"To know me, you need only ask your sword. You may not be familiar with me, but your needle is. Ask it to show you what we did together...it should have all of the memories there for your browsing. You see, each of the sacred blades are sentient in a way, some more than others. I, Azuresato Ryu was the former wielder of Nuibari and now that it’s become aware that I still live, it will not serve you in the way that it has before. Its allegiance was to me and with or without my influence it will remain with the desire for me until I leave this world and it will not perform it’s skill or aid you as a swordsman properly.”

This must have sounded outrageous to Yumaro who had been Nuibari's faithful weilder and who took his duty and the blade seriously. He treated the needle with the utmost respect as anyone before him had. However, that pull he was experiencing was one that could not be ignored. Even feeling it as early as when she had first stepped onto the mist's shores.

"Having said this, I have a proposition for you.”

Samehada was unsealed from a scroll, she’d unraveled across the desk all in one swift movement of her arm. Answering Higetsu's question as to where Samehada had ended up. Her hand reached out without hesitation and took hold of it’s dangerous hilt but its spines did not impale her as they would have a normal stranger whom's chakra repulsed it. It only made sense that the high level of chakra belonging to the Mizukage as well as it’s salty taste was deemed enough to earn its aid in combat and devotion. The creature-like sword was arguably the most sentient of the collection and upon being summoned, it began to feast on her delicious chakra almost instantly. A series of purrs and grumbles seemed to be how the two communicated but they were in fact communicating.

“I shall trade you Samehada for the needle. However, I must warn you, Samehada is unlike any of the other seven blades. This insatiable beast demands a sacrifice in the form of your chakra and beyond that it must accept your chakra. Samehada has been known to be significantly picky so…I do wish you the best of luck getting to know it. The far more challenging part will be learning to fight together. ”
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It's then she turns her attention to the Yuki and Hozuki.

“Hozuki. To say that I am disappointed in you as one of the seven swordsmen of the mist would be a gross understatement. You have lost the battle, you have lost a crucial portion of one of the most archaic and ancient blades to have existed in the history of the land of water. In light of this, you will be given a chance to redeem yourself. Though we don’t yet know how to get to a point that recovering the remains of Hirameikarei is possible that does not excuse you of your duties. You will feel the sting of this loss until what has been done wrong has been made right. You will feel the pull of your blade's lost half wherever it now exists. If Hirameikarei is not complete, neither are you."

At this point, Azuresato began to write a letter using a parchment and ink and did not look up as she persisted with her etchings. Usually, someone might use a phone or even a computer to write someone a message but it seemed as if this woman was extremely averse to technology.

“I’ve received troubling word that the last of the sacred blades has been lost to battle. It is without a proper wielder, if it is not here then it is not where it belongs. Yumaro, Higestu and, you the Yuki. Your orders are to track down Shibuki and return it to the land of water under any circumstance…however. Should you run into bureaucratic nonsense that would be better handled diplomatically, alert me immediately and give this letter to the Kage.” She ensured to give Higetsu the letter with the official symbol of the water sealing it's secrets closed. Odd to give the most crucial failure of the bunch one of the most important documents that could be imparted, but if one thing was certain, there was always a method behind every action that the Lady took.

Her leer fixated on the icy arrival, instantly recognizing that he was the wielder of Kabutowari. Kuro Yuki, his arrival did little to derail the object of their discussions. Having said this, she had no respect for those who couldn’t maintain basic punctuality but she felt no real anger due to the fact he must have been off on some mission or something or that sort and couldn't have been aware of the impromptu meeting to begin with. He was completely unaware and therefore blameless.

“I’m sure you all have many questions to ask of me and there will be a time and place for that but as you can tell our situation is quite dire and our window to act is closing quickly. Any and all additional information you can discover about these elusive enemies are to be well documented and sent back to us. We face a powerful and unpredictable foe, for now, the more that can be learned of anything remotely resembling what was done this day then the more that we will be prepared for their return."

Location: Mizukage Office
Posting Order: Azuresato Ryu → Kuro Yuki → Yumaro → Higetsu —-> Suikotsu
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days.
Skip Points: ll
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[Davon]

A master swordsman he was, and it was necessary for him to wield a blade such as Nuibari. Throughout his tenure as the master of this weapon, Yumaro formed an unforgettable bond with it. The utility of maneuvering with a needle and thread added a level of finesse to his movements, translating continuously through his battle skills for the rest of his mortal life. His existence with Nuibari earned him respect among all those who had once lain in his path. The current Mizukage spoke, addressing her concerns about the phenomena that had previously taken place. His grip was firm, channeling a flow of chakra into the blade to become aware of what the woman was speaking of. As she spoke, images flashed in his mind until they became like a motion picture. His consciousness was flooded with countless different battles, demonstrating the use of it with the Mizukage. It displayed instances where enemies were utterly ripped to shreds with no hope for survival. It also began to deconstruct moments where challenges were shown and overcome. The kinship between sword and swordswoman was revealed, an unexpected revelation for Yumaro, who did not believe that all weapons possessed a form of sentience, especially to this degree. Their indestructibility should have indicated this earlier, but he hadn't thought deeply about it, nor had he the experience of the Mizukage. As she spoke, he did not get offended by the degree of hubris, for the truth was being shown to him. Yumaro felt frustrated yet simultaneously humbled, a mixed set of emotions that left him standing neutrally as he listened and watched the truth unfold. He felt threatened that she would want the blade from him, and certainly, he wouldn't simply give it up. His emerald eyes stared assertively as she spoke. Of course, the King wouldn't be disrespected, even by someone as esteemed as Azuresato.

Her words eventually quelled his anxiety, leaving him wondering whether he would have to defend his pride to reassert his position. She mentioned a proposition that caused his eyebrow to raise slightly. She had pulled from the scroll the infamous and notorious blade from the mist district, a weapon of legend. To Yumaro, it was something he instantly felt drawn to due to his aquatic nature and intuition. Unbeknownst to him, his predecessor had wielded the weapon with great ability. His eyes widened in surprise at the abrupt showing of the legendary weapon. His left foot slid backward, his shoulders leaned back, and his grip loosened on the Nuibari. It was clear to him that the needle had a more refined and forged connection to the woman who would now lead the mist. However, this did not relinquish his fate to the sewing needle. Yet, before his eyes was a weapon whose sentience reminded him of the life beneath the waves. It was an uncomfortable position for him to be in; his entire arsenal and skill set were honed, and taking on another weapon with such consciousness could dampen his effectiveness on the battlefield. The Mizukage made an offer, yet it wasn't something he could simply deny. The Nuibari had decided, as well as Samehada was also in her favor, and he wanted to trust her vision. Yumaro sighed, dropping his shoulders in surrender to the apprehension, and decided to step forward with the same foot that had slid backward. Extending his hand, he withdrew the Samehada, while simultaneously releasing his grasp on the sewing needle onto the scroll for the Mizukage to take. As Yumaro stepped away, his breathing pattern slowly began to increase. It wasn't due to nervousness, but the direct correlation of holding Samehada in his possession. The weapon seemed to initially acknowledge him, as it did not intend to cause harm. Yet, he would need to prove himself, and he was confident of doing so. With the consumption of energy happening, he could feel the beast beginning to accumulate what was deemed necessary and determine if it enjoyed the taste of what it was consuming. He wasn't a slouch in possession of chakra, but he was also not an endless tank; time would tell if this union could last forever. A grin smirked on Yumaro's face, revealing his teeth, understanding the task necessary to show Samehada who's King, in case he is ever challenged by the sentient weapon. He didn't utter another word, for he decided to meet his assigned teammates at the village border. He'd arrive waiting for them to depart.

Location: Mizukage Office - > Kirigakure Gate
Posting Order: Azuresato Ryu → Yumaro → Higetsu —-> Kuro Yuki → Suikotsu
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days.
Skip Points: ll​