On hearing that lie, for the first time Kisame actually scowled. He wasn't well-versed, but that kind of technique almost certainly required a great deal of control. Also his blade hadn't been that wet. "Don't lie; it's unbecoming a shinobi of your stature."
And the fact that Utakata would sacrifice so much of his defense just for a pair of clones put Kisame on edge. There must be a trap somewhere, but where? In what could be taken as frustration he swiped Samehada at some of the bubbles. It wasn't nearly as effective as it would be before the chakra was molded into a technique, but there would still be chakra there for Samehada to taste.
He had to push himself backwards when one exploded, and Samehada wailed and shredded the bandages when another splashed acid, but really it was nothing worse than what he'd expected. Now that Samehada had had a taste, maybe he could afford to stay a little farther back; let the man's guard come down while he allowed Samehada to track the chakra and wait until an opportune moment to spring a trap and capture.
The blade grumbled again, mouth coming open, and Kisame shook his head at it. "I apologize for the acid, eh? But I'll take care of you later. First let's catch this one."
That made the sword brighten and gurgle more happily, and Kisame turned his attention to the retreating bubble, resting the now not very sword-like thing on his shoulder.
"They only care about my usefulness as a weapon for Kiri, Utakata-san. I have never imagined otherwise, not even of my own master. My mistake was trusting him to be Kiri's weapon as well and falling prey to the lies. And every blade needs a wielder, no matter how negligent, even my Samehada. No, I could not learn to drift like you. There may be somewhere out there that could wield me as I should be, but until then, Kiri will have my loyalty."
It was almost satisfying to say it out loud, because it was true. Disturbingly true, because a good shinobi didn't think that way of his village, but Kisame wasn't going to take it back, and the first statement had gotten a reaction.
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And the fact that Utakata would sacrifice so much of his defense just for a pair of clones put Kisame on edge. There must be a trap somewhere, but where? In what could be taken as frustration he swiped Samehada at some of the bubbles. It wasn't nearly as effective as it would be before the chakra was molded into a technique, but there would still be chakra there for Samehada to taste.
He had to push himself backwards when one exploded, and Samehada wailed and shredded the bandages when another splashed acid, but really it was nothing worse than what he'd expected. Now that Samehada had had a taste, maybe he could afford to stay a little farther back; let the man's guard come down while he allowed Samehada to track the chakra and wait until an opportune moment to spring a trap and capture.
The blade grumbled again, mouth coming open, and Kisame shook his head at it. "I apologize for the acid, eh? But I'll take care of you later. First let's catch this one."
That made the sword brighten and gurgle more happily, and Kisame turned his attention to the retreating bubble, resting the now not very sword-like thing on his shoulder.
"They only care about my usefulness as a weapon for Kiri, Utakata-san. I have never imagined otherwise, not even of my own master. My mistake was trusting him to be Kiri's weapon as well and falling prey to the lies. And every blade needs a wielder, no matter how negligent, even my Samehada. No, I could not learn to drift like you. There may be somewhere out there that could wield me as I should be, but until then, Kiri will have my loyalty."
It was almost satisfying to say it out loud, because it was true. Disturbingly true, because a good shinobi didn't think that way of his village, but Kisame wasn't going to take it back, and the first statement had gotten a reaction.