was the first reply the Kazekage got, "let us meet in Kemurigakure. I will leave captives for your care."
The Hokage seemed ever eager to be the first to something. Perhaps he thought to intercede in Kyōsuke's investigation into the woman. "This person found me, but there is no threat,"
the handsome man said, looking at her. His look told Kyōsuke everything that he needed to know.
"Personally, I vouch for that,"
he finished. He turned his head back towards the Kazekage, and locked eyes with him. His gaze seemed pleading, if only faintly. Kyōsuke found his appearance almost distracting; with the sharp blue in his eyes, the long black locks of hair, and face sculpted as if from marble, it took little in the way of imagining to think of speaking with him as something intimate. The Kazekage remained unsure if the emotion that the sentiment provoked in him was discomfort or disdain. Kyōsuke betrayed none of that to the world. His mismatched eyes were searching and empty. He broke the stare with Kanari when the woman cocked her head.
"Lord Kazekage, how unexpected,"
she replied, voice smooth but tinged with caution. The Kazekage was grateful that the weather and wind of Tetsu no Kuni were quick to shift, else the breeze might not have turned to put him downwind of her. He could practically smell the anxiety, and anxiety smelled so much like fear. "What brings you here? Are you the true force behind this attack?"
He might have laughed if the Hokage hadn't stopped to ask for him to guarantee the woman's passage. The laugh would have been filled with malice, and his eyes would have danced with glee. He might not have deigned to answer if the Hokage had not stopped to try and keep her safe. He would have fought her, wordless, and taken what knowledge that she held from him after he had beaten her. His hands clenched at his sides, cracking. The contempt never showed in his face, feigned hurt filling his eyes in its place. When his hands relaxed, he called out a reply first to the woman.
"What brings me here is concern for a friend, and I doubt that he needed any help in supplying the force for an attack."
His glance back at the Hokage was sideways. "I am not so distrusting as to need any convincing of why you are here either. Tell me honestly and I shall believe you. Answer me untruthfully and you shall leave equally unharmed."
He hoped that that would satisfy the discomfort of the Hokage, but did not turn to ask the man whether it would or not. "I am not the kind of man to wish harm on others, without some due cause."
His left hand, at his side, twitched a subtle beckoning to the five behind him, indicating that they were to fan out from where they stood to be prepared to surround the woman. Talking, he hoped, rather than an early swing of the fist, would be sufficient to keep her attention away from them, at least in any way other than base curiosity.
"That besides, I would rather be able to call you something than have to think of you as some girl. It is much easier to talk to someone with a name."
His voice was menacing not in the tone that it carried, even if his words were tinged with a bite more frigid than the snow at their feet, but rather in its conspicuous lack of venom. The words came calm, easy, and uncaring, as if the person that spoke them cared not whether he was believed, or whether or not his questions elicited answers.
In the distance, Kyōsuke crested into sight of the field where his clone stood with the five genin, Kanari, and some woman dressed in the garb of an ANBU. From the back of his companion, he could make out much of the field, but little about those who stood in it. Realistically, he could predict how he and the students would act to a reasonable degree, if a fight were to break out while he made his approach, but he had no means of predicting how the person unknown to him would act, nor did he know if the Hokage would join a battle alongside him at all. Not knowing was his anathema, and he meant to find out as soon as he were able to take his clone's place.