This was turning out to be a very strange sequence of events. And to think, it had begun out as a simple mission to infiltrate and destroy an illegal compound. One which had quickly morphed to the return of a willing missing-nin. They had then encountered their kage, who had apparently done battle with demonic entities out in this quarantine zone, a demon that the missing-nin and kage managed to take down on their own, albeit with minor damage upon themselves. Now Ren found himself being, what appeared to be, mentally probed and taunted by some sort of demon... fraternizer? Perhaps she was a missing-nin similar to Naoki, albeit less desiring of redemption than the arena fighter appeared to be.
Mental pain was a difficult thing to Ren to handle, as it was the only 'real' pain he was capable of experiencing at this phase of his existence. As such, he kept himself quiet and still until the woman finished speaking, the uncomfortable sensation drilling into him like a dull bore. He didn't bother to answer her. Either she would attack and he would need to assist his companions, or she would not. In either case he still wanted to keep the so called prize that she made claim to, and he intended on doing so. Turning his attention away from her, he made his way over to the scroll, careful setting the severed head down onto it with no real sense of urgency or leisure. Then, with a quick few hand seals he attempted to seal the thing away into the final scroll.
Should she do nothing to interfere physically, he would begin rolling up the scrolls one by one. Pushing through the ache that the mental probing caused as he, for all intents and purposes, ignored the demon woman's hollow threats and bold words. The statistical likelihood that any single individual would be able to defeat the village's kage, even if he was mildly injured and fatigued, was low. His capabilities paled in comparison to a shinobi of his stature and capabilities, and while he did not know what Naoki was capable of, he doubted she was as new to the game as he was.
Mental pain was a difficult thing to Ren to handle, as it was the only 'real' pain he was capable of experiencing at this phase of his existence. As such, he kept himself quiet and still until the woman finished speaking, the uncomfortable sensation drilling into him like a dull bore. He didn't bother to answer her. Either she would attack and he would need to assist his companions, or she would not. In either case he still wanted to keep the so called prize that she made claim to, and he intended on doing so. Turning his attention away from her, he made his way over to the scroll, careful setting the severed head down onto it with no real sense of urgency or leisure. Then, with a quick few hand seals he attempted to seal the thing away into the final scroll.
Should she do nothing to interfere physically, he would begin rolling up the scrolls one by one. Pushing through the ache that the mental probing caused as he, for all intents and purposes, ignored the demon woman's hollow threats and bold words. The statistical likelihood that any single individual would be able to defeat the village's kage, even if he was mildly injured and fatigued, was low. His capabilities paled in comparison to a shinobi of his stature and capabilities, and while he did not know what Naoki was capable of, he doubted she was as new to the game as he was.