Nanako knew the exact instant the blood sparked something in them. It wasn't really killing intent, but it was thick and heavy and she knew it. Knew it intimately, if not firsthand; knew tongues running over teeth and pupils shrinking in excitement. Knew the way the muscles of their throats likely rippled as they swallowed, hard and eager.
That had been the second, hidden purpose of summoning in front of them. Nanako was one of the last products of the true Bloody Mist. She knew bloodthirst. She knew every facet of it. Her own was smothered to the point where even Yagura had trouble finding it sometimes, something offputtingly simple for her to do. Something that made her the crazy little girl who offed a Jounin to graduate.
And, she knew the second she felt it that sooner or later they and their tribe would strike up some sort of deep bond with Kirigakure. She wouldn't go so far as to call their village monstrous, but—Kirigakure was different from the other villagers. It was a place built on brutality and unabashed predation, vicious in a way that the current 'peaceful' era eyed nervously.
Nanako stepped onto the sand, and smiled at them with bone-deep warmth and gentleness, even as she healed the cut and washed away the blood with only the faintest twitch of her fingertip to fuel the techniques. "I assure you," she said, her voice rich with a kindness usually reserved for the very dearest of her own 'children'. "The pleasure is entirely mine."
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That had been the second, hidden purpose of summoning in front of them. Nanako was one of the last products of the true Bloody Mist. She knew bloodthirst. She knew every facet of it. Her own was smothered to the point where even Yagura had trouble finding it sometimes, something offputtingly simple for her to do. Something that made her the crazy little girl who offed a Jounin to graduate.
And, she knew the second she felt it that sooner or later they and their tribe would strike up some sort of deep bond with Kirigakure. She wouldn't go so far as to call their village monstrous, but—Kirigakure was different from the other villagers. It was a place built on brutality and unabashed predation, vicious in a way that the current 'peaceful' era eyed nervously.
Nanako stepped onto the sand, and smiled at them with bone-deep warmth and gentleness, even as she healed the cut and washed away the blood with only the faintest twitch of her fingertip to fuel the techniques. "I assure you," she said, her voice rich with a kindness usually reserved for the very dearest of her own 'children'. "The pleasure is entirely mine."