Kisame took his time, watching the man back up and keeping to the same pace. He could take care of most of the bubbles at once if he brought out one of his bigger techniques, but that would attract far more attention than he should be attracting right now. It was a little frustrating.
The conversational tone, he guessed was an attempt to get him off guard through anger, and Kisame hadn't been around as long as he had to fall for it. On the other hand, he couldn't exactly let the comment pass, even as he strained all his senses, looking for traps or Genjutsu.
"Kirigakure still has my loyalty, Utakata-san. I cannot be as free as you."
With that, he drew his sword. It was a beautiful blade, and perfectly forged. The best of the best work, and killing sharp, even from a distance. He looked down at it, and then grinned over the area. And in a spinning move, threw it, so that the blade twirled in horizontal arcs right toward Utakata.
What swordsman in his right mind would throw a sword? Well, one who needed his hands free to use the summoning scroll he carried to bring his true blade to himself. In a puff of smoke, the great blade Samehada was in his hands, and casually resting on one shoulder.
"I won't disrespect you by coming at you with anything less than my all. Now shall we?"
He didn't wait for a response and started charging across the space between them at full speed. He was counting on the clones he'd used and the sword throw itself to have taken care of most of the explosive bubbles.
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The conversational tone, he guessed was an attempt to get him off guard through anger, and Kisame hadn't been around as long as he had to fall for it. On the other hand, he couldn't exactly let the comment pass, even as he strained all his senses, looking for traps or Genjutsu.
"Kirigakure still has my loyalty, Utakata-san. I cannot be as free as you."
With that, he drew his sword. It was a beautiful blade, and perfectly forged. The best of the best work, and killing sharp, even from a distance. He looked down at it, and then grinned over the area. And in a spinning move, threw it, so that the blade twirled in horizontal arcs right toward Utakata.
What swordsman in his right mind would throw a sword? Well, one who needed his hands free to use the summoning scroll he carried to bring his true blade to himself. In a puff of smoke, the great blade Samehada was in his hands, and casually resting on one shoulder.
"I won't disrespect you by coming at you with anything less than my all. Now shall we?"
He didn't wait for a response and started charging across the space between them at full speed. He was counting on the clones he'd used and the sword throw itself to have taken care of most of the explosive bubbles.