The man parted his lips, an answer to her question, hopefully, was about to pour out until the sudden voice of a familiar voice resonated within her eardrums. There was no mistaking, that was the voice of one of her leaders. Rumi. "She sounds pissed."
the Uchiha thought as she casually took two steps back, her posture otherwise remaining the same. The girl flashed a white grin before speaking. "kek, Well, speak of the devil, your wish has been granted, sempai!"
a small moment passed and during that moment, Uru examined the man. He had this, presence, like, as if she was supposed to know him. Soon the bell would ring!
The twin kage approached, passing by Uru and the rest of her squad without a glance. Uru's single gaze trailed them until they came to an abrupt stop. The name Nara Shikaji immediately popped up and with it, Uru's excitement faded. Never heard of him. Then her excited went back up, the man claiming that that was one of his many names. Perhaps she knew him after all! Must be just a different name! Before she knew it, the man was on the muddy floor. Apologizing on behalf of his village. Suna or Konoha-nin, the Uchiha assumed. There was no other village they had a beef with, in fact, they were allied with the others. For the most part. At least, no one died. She guessed.
The man continued, apologizing for his own mistakes this time. It all was very confusing and incomprehensible for the young girl. She glanced over at Ichita, motioning a clear '?' expression - what was this guy on about? Then he begged for punishment and even the option to take his life. Her blue gaze instantly shot towards the downed man. Briefly, the Sharingan awakened, but it faded as quickly as it had appeared and with it, an ominous aura vanished as well - but the image of his own death, his own suffering, might have already been imprinted inside the Nara's brain, however, everyone else would have probably felt a chill run down their spine - that was fine, she could break that too. Saliva had already built up within her mouth. Blood, torture, death. She craved for it, like some sort of lust. It was why she initially had insisted on going on a mission to kill people. This person, however? He'd do. "What about both?"
her evil-side asked in thought, her sadistic nature surfacing once more. She kept smiling. As she always did.
[Evil Intent; S-Rank]