Kamui.
It was the jutsu that could move the Uchiha and whatever he desired through an alternate dimension, exiting wherever the man deemed suitable. It was a jutsu that normally caused great stress to the Sharingan user, but the gifted didn’t seem to have this problem. Akechi had long since mastered the ocular power that he possessed, even becoming accustomed to the blood that sometimes crept through his tear ducts. Power was a funny thing. People tended to survive the impossible, willfully throwing themselves in calamity’s way just to obtain a piece of something so fragile. However, in this world power, both physical and immaterial, were the keys to obtaining respect.
Conflict was at the heart of success in this world, and it was what created the division of labels such as strong or weak. Conflict was the most efficient form of communication in this world, which meant that conflict had to be the solution to the disease that plagued it. Fight fire with fire.
”I’ve returned.” The man said simply, arriving at the gates of Iwagakure, wondering if he was too late. Better late than never, right?
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It was the jutsu that could move the Uchiha and whatever he desired through an alternate dimension, exiting wherever the man deemed suitable. It was a jutsu that normally caused great stress to the Sharingan user, but the gifted didn’t seem to have this problem. Akechi had long since mastered the ocular power that he possessed, even becoming accustomed to the blood that sometimes crept through his tear ducts. Power was a funny thing. People tended to survive the impossible, willfully throwing themselves in calamity’s way just to obtain a piece of something so fragile. However, in this world power, both physical and immaterial, were the keys to obtaining respect.
Conflict was at the heart of success in this world, and it was what created the division of labels such as strong or weak. Conflict was the most efficient form of communication in this world, which meant that conflict had to be the solution to the disease that plagued it. Fight fire with fire.
”I’ve returned.” The man said simply, arriving at the gates of Iwagakure, wondering if he was too late. Better late than never, right?
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Yep. Sachi Ay Keiatsu. In the flesh. Passed out. Gun had found him asleep with his face down in a plate of food in some hole-in-the-wall of a restauraunt, and then proceeded to drag him across the entire village by the collar of his vest. 
"You. . ." A chilled tone would echo throughout the very area as a woman would stand there atop the gates. A gentle breeze would now flow freely through the area, causing her hair to billow behind her. Haruka would watch down upon the gathering situation with a hardened appearance. Akechi was here, Keiatsu was here, and then a woman, and then seemingly a nameless nobody from her village was here. "You'll have to excuse me first." Her feet would slide and cause her stance to shorten a little bit as she crossed her arms over her chest. "For this village is no longer in a locked down status. Those were the words of your previous Tsuchikage." Her arms would now fold behind her back as she looked around. Was she making this admittance? Was she telling everyone that he was no more? It had to come out sooner or later, right? "What cause do you think that we're working towards? I put a stop to this war, there is no more war for you to monger about, animal... This village is no longer in lockdown, so you can clear your mind of any of your insane ramblings. " Her lips would spread into a small smile now, her eyes raking over the gathered crowd here.
It was the thrill, the chill, the touch on the back of her neck that made the small hairs there rise. She could smell it like it was just yesterday: It was the scent of malice towards her once again. Was she not once the benevolent ruler of Stone that people could rely on? Now it seemed that she was truly taking up the role of the battle born Tsuchikage without any looking back. It was no lie that she would fight countless times if it were for this very village and country, a stark contrast to where she stood time and time before, wanting to simply just fade off into the darkness. "Oh bitch, shut the fuck up." Haruka would suddenly state towards Koyoko, her eyes not even recognizing the fact that she was standing... uh, where now? She was more focused on making glances towards Akechi and the group that he brought along. From atop of the gates, she would idly tap a foot now as she listened to the dribble that spilled forth from the angered woman's lips. "You, shut your mouth as well." She'd flick her fingers now, exhaling a foggy little breath. "Is it genetic that you all never shut up?" Lifting her arms up now, she would roll her arms, a slight crackle and pop emitting from them. It was true. Kyoko never seemed to shut her mouth either, all it was with this people was talk talk taaaalk and talk was boring now, wasn't it? Besides, it seemed that she was going to have yet another chance to grind a Ryujin or two into the ground. Why they chose such brutality upon themselves was beyond her. Then, she would listen to Akechi and Kudaranai speak and a small bit of laughter would pass the crystal maiden's lips.