the scent is familiar, apparently. the tracks of gauma seems to slither through this location despite being marred by many others - the hunter's palm pressed against a tree as his eyes observe patterns, scanning branches and bushes to connect a story, trying his best to figure out who, what has passed through this location. however, the ease of travel leads him close to the location where the prey is meant to be. it's funny - the sound of whoosh, bang!- [break][break]
most people would call it quits by now, but- [break][break]
"eh?" stepping into the clearing of decimated trees and the familiar smell of disgusting sweat, möngke exclaims in excitement as he steps out from the shadows of the forestry, "kuma-chan!" he laughs out loud, pointing at @roko from across the field, the bear seemingly at the end of his training and recovering from the practice. aw, wait- this wasn't any fair. tsk, gauma - you stupid fuck. [break][break]
why'd you have to go and... tsk. [break][break]
möngke approaches casually, picking up an uprooted tree stump to use as a seat. it was a little busted, but seiichi had entirely split it cleanly enough to be used as a seat - large enough in mass to align from his knee to heel. super comfortable seat. placing it down as a seat, he stretches happily. "ah, when i heard some pissant hurt one of my boys, i thought i'd have to hide a dead body today." he's relaxed, geared completely as both palms move to the side of the stump. his smile remains placed on his features, feet knocking against one another as he hums. seiichi should know this completely - the dripping intent for bloodshed that ripples between them, the smile malicious as the eyes vacant of their former comradery. to those unaware, they'll both come across as completely friendly. möngke's smile falters, "say, kuma no kumo." his tone deepens, his sight moves up to meet the other - lacking any general emotion beyond the feeling of potential death lurking in the air. the corner of möngke's mouth shifts up, a small smirk. [break][break]
"want me to kill the raikage for you and put you in charge?" [break][break]
he grins widely, deep hawk eyes zeroing in on his prey. this would either be a great battle, or one of diplomacy - möngke didn't care, his body itched with desire. (though, he is a little annoyed at gauma for forcing him into this situation with an acquaintance. ah well; [break][break]
To Seiichi of Kumo, who steadily drew breath between clenched teeth as bare feet slid back--tirelessly rehearsed--and dug into the earth as a steadying stance, every day his lungs could draw breath were an opportunity lusting to be seized. It was then, with the tightening of his core and a final clench of throbbing tension through the entirety of his arm, that the bear struck. Had there been observers, there would no doubt have been a line of questioning not only involving such a short distance, but also the results that followed and their titanic proportions. It was the use of his back muscles that allowed him to deal such a heavy blow from such a short distance, the torque in his strike owed to his overdeveloped trunk. The jounin, having been so forward focused in his motivation, had yet to take the opportunity to rest. As the thought came to mind, to recline against the stump and draw breaths in respite instead of focus, that he was made aware of his company.
!?
He had heard his sobriquet, a name that may have well been his epitaph--should the day arrive--if he continued to exchange it with others instead of his given name. Seiichi had turned, his eyes sizing up the silhouette of a familiar frame as they entered his vision; he hadn't expected someone as twilight drew near, the sky having diffused to a gentle purple as it warned of the impending night and her myriad of twinkling lights. As suggested by his greeting, loud and mirthful, the two shared a brief history. Theirs was a curious exchange, that year ago, where they traded both name and words on much more liberal terms. From his recollection, there was little Seiichi could recognize as changed or different-- save for being distinctly dressed, this time. There were sparse details about the jounin, save the distinct lack of nudity and the fresher pelt he had dawned in the time since.
". . ."
His exchange was a wordless one, but not without its depth as a palatable tension was soon drawn in the air between. His glower, delivered by a heavy gaze that sat atop his stony visage, was telling in all of itself. The bear-pelted man was not ignorant to it, that murderous aura of his that struggled against his impulses with a deathly abandon, his sense of combat so finely tune that not even a twitch could go without translation. The vacancy in his eyes revealed to Seiichi that his faculties were engaged elsewhere, his words sodden in a lust far more nefarious than carnal. It was a language the jounin knew, so well in fact that it was natural that his footing shift and his dominant and and foot found themselves in the direction of Möngke he remained rested on a stump, a grin of false pretenses worn handsomely on their face.
"One of your boys?"
The bear-pelted man finally spoke, that stentorian voice of his causing panic to what wildlife remained as a fleeing crunch of dearth could be heard beyond the tree line hidden to their more mundane eyes; alas, it was no surprise as he'd fought a great many in biding his time until the great calamity was upon them. "You're speaking in diversions..." His gravelly voice trailed, eyes watching and ears listening for what had yet revealed itself. "But it'd be a disservice to man and country if I ignored the threat of regicide," the jounin with bloated muscles shared. At any other moment he would have settled into a stance, perhaps even advance forward with the intent to split a skull behind his straight punch, but a nagging in his mind kept him from acting so quickly. "Tell me, Möngke, who would be so bold to put you to task? I've words for them..." What was the jounin going for? Had he prepositioned a meeting?
It was there that he could be felt. His presence, a sheer weight to his animosity. It was a deathly aura, one that capered wildly from his flesh marred of sweat and woodchip. Despite his outwardly placid demeanor, it was clear that the energy radiating off the wild man before him was everything but.
"I'm unsure if they're questions or threats. Help decide it for me."
to some, coupled with the slight sweat dripping against the side of his jawline from the way seiichi roars in his direction his words may appear significantly worrisome of the jounin's display against möngke's own aura. of course, it's rather tremendous - overpowering in a way, with how it wafts of sweat, hard work, and dedication to a craft. if they were to truly fight at this time, the devastation would be frightening: [break][break]
möngke could very well lose his life. [break][break]
but seiichi knows that the words were dismissive. rather than having his own aura back down in murderous intent, möngke's grin takes a much more sinister approach as his brows raise, half-lidded eyes as he scans over the other momentarily. he doesn't move, and he's certain the hesitationseiichi feels is because he can sense it. [break][break]
the aura of death. [break][break]
though not expressed to seiichi in the past, one's muscle memory cannot easily be "forgotten" despite the amnesia of tragedy. seiichi should hold great knowledge of möngke's own expertise locked away, his own fierce battle with monsters far greater than himself. [break][break]
not many people came out of the battle against the demon- [break][break]
summoned by the blight, shinko- alive. [break][break]
möngke, the heir of sunagakure, did. [break][break]
möngke's grin fades, and though their energies are intertwined in an aura of that sonically sends shockwaves rippling through the surrounding area enough to frighten animals and insects away, seiichi will be presented with visions of an untimely death should he attack: [break][break]
a single punch, albeit fast enough to strike dead center - would be met with a body replacement of the stump möngke sits upon - giving leeway to the iron flute arrows that he carries with him to slice cleanly through various locations of importance - or worse, turn poor seiichi into the achilles of this world. [break][break]
or despite the location marred by the footprints of many, and whoosh: seiichi may find him blindsided by möngke's own small retinue, Botan Inuzuka and Nozomi Aikyō - who despite could potentially be felt, their locations remained hidden awaiting seiichi's wrong move. [break][break]
möngke leans forward, elbow on knee, chin upon palm as he allows seiichi to flex his muscles alone, despite the circumstances. the vajrakīlaya never worked alone unless they, themselves ought be feared independently. however, [break][break]
every great leader has its elites watching over them. [break][break]
"no? i figured you'd hate sarutobi. isn't he everything you wished you were, half-breed?" [break][break]
this question doesn't come from a place of malice, but rather curiosity. he's looked into the bear since their original meeting - viewed him as a potential candidate as a director. though his loyalty seems unwavering... tsk, unfortunate. möngke quells his own malicious intent, standing up and wiping off his ass as he tilts his head to the side. "i suppose i'll forgive you for now. we have a war to win soon, and we'll be in the same unit. we're going to be meeting at a diner some akimichi showed one of my boys, you can either come with now or later." he pauses, assessing the threat of potential attack from his current rival... well, not rival. shinko would always be that. [break][break]
love interest might be more accurate, with how much interest he's displaying in seiichi. [break][break]
"by the way, mist is apparently trying to kill you... or one of your genins. not by fighting fair, but more like... setting you guys up? ah, right. they're going to set you guys up to make sure your alliance fails. aren't you friends with that makoto chick? kind of fucked up she'd try to blackmail you for her own gain." shrugs his shoulders with a cute pouting frown, before laughing. "don't worry about it. just make sure to check with me before you go punting mist genin across the game map, okay? some of them might be my kiddos." [break][break]
turns and begins to walk away, though his guard remains up. glances over his shoulder. "coming now, or should i just give you the address for the meeting spot?"
Men--drunk--often orchestrated their own fantasies and thus perceived their fabrications as rightful realities from behind a veil of their choosing, filtering what was interpreted beyond. It was a harmless circumstance to some, to escape what plights plagued or dogged them. To others it was dangerous.
Far more dangerous in select situations.
The confidence and precision to place stake on such a gamble would have to match Seiichi's own in his very own, the later being freed of any inhibition as his decisions were often those of a rogue agent. While feelings were fluid and fit their containers as chakra would, strength was an entirely separate concept and was molded by those who wielded it. There was no doubting that a stage of Seiichi's power, in the appropriate context, was entirely insuperable to any less dedicated than himself, even with what purchases innate talents or gifts gave them upon that road. No matter the circumstance, no matter the challenge, there had never been a cause to bring the jounin to step down or withdraw. His path had been one of attrition, one well worn with trial and tribulation. Every scar earned was proof of another conquered mile as he trampled upon his path. Its end would be his decision, by his own decree.
". . ."
As loud as they presented themselves, his familiar that straddled the log in comfort as they leaned forward with their murderous grin, Seiichi would have been a fool to take such bait. Even more foolish still was to not search for meaning beyond their words as powerful men often played at powerful games. Despite how simple his actions may have seemed, an active and restless mind was at work in the ways it perceived those in front of him and the world around him. There was not a fear in the weight that enveloped him, nor a discomfort born of the lustful gazes of others that encroached upon him; alas, through his own burning rage swelled to life by their antics, they'd be lambs to his slaughter. Nevertheless, despite his talents he could not pinpoint where they rested, where they lay hidden as they'd done little to expose themselves. It was not hesitation that quelled his actions, but it was wisdom that invited the thought and the opportunity for a more gainful approach.
"No. There's a difference in what tethers us to our duties. There's a different in our aspirations. As wise and talented a man as Sarutobi is, its those chains of duty that'll retard his abilities -- the same for any great leader relegated to those posts. Men do not do well in a cage, no mater how large or fanciful their cell may be."
It was why he preferred the while, why he often left the confines of the village and explored the ceilings of his power in the outback. Despite how he'd exhaust himself to no end beneath the canopy of a forest and awake to do it again. He couldn't say it wasn't worth it.
But fresh news was delivered, fresher still on a topic he could have initially no take. Makoto had been a long standing rival, but through the decades of their exchanges had she rarely fought dirty. Despite his stony and misleading visage, an anger boiled beneath. A curse to her name. She'd pay for such a thing if he'd learn of deception no sooner.
"I'll meet you there."
He stretched, an arm raising so a hand could swipe the sweat off his brow. "They'll throw me out if I don't bathe." He smelled ripe. To a lustful women, it was an intoxicating musk.
It seemed, for everyone benefit, Seiichi would show up teddy-fresh.
When he was given the address, assuming nothing more occurred, he'd make his way back with an ear attach to his backside incase threat or trouble continued its loom.
möngke takes a moment to look at the camera, shaking his head and making cutting moments at this situation - an unseen fourth wall break, before the scenario skips back to his attentiveness at the beast who's chilling out in the same manner as himself. [break][break]
a little disappointed - someone of his caliber could easily spring forward and have their knuckles rip across his cheek and offer a scar across his knuckle... though he supposes it's the fact seiichi is aware it's wanted is what makes him tentative. möngke both appreciates the respect, but also is a little disappointed he doesn't get to build a bear. [break][break]
they both head in their separate directions, he acknowledges certain lack of responses, before deciding to step it up while leaving out of range: "make sure to keep an eye on mahiru-chan!" he waves without looking back, eyes lidded and vicious before body flickering away with his guard. he's just being a good bro.
