The low murmur of conversation filled the air, a comforting hum beneath the rhythmic clatter of chopsticks & the occasional slurp of broth. A gentle steam curled through the shop, carrying the rich scent of simmering stock & seared pork. However Akkuma had little interest in the food. His mind was elsewhere.
A pair of unremarkable eyes, the product of a Transformation Jutsu, swept lazily across the room. To any casual observer, he was just another weary traveller. Tucked away in a private booth, waiting for his order. But the illusion was only skin deep. Beneath it, Akkuma’s instincts were razor-sharp. His every sense honed on the presence he had felt trailing him through the streets.
Had they already spotted him? If so, they would know by now that he had his suspicions.
His fingers drummed against the wooden table in idle rhythm as he placed his order, two drinks. A honeyed sake, its warmth a prelude to conversation & the other a dessert-based liquor, sweet yet deceptive. He had no intention of drinking both. No, the second was an invitation.
It was a gamble, but one he had played many times before. If his pursuer was merely watching, they would hesitate. If they were bold, they would take the bait. If they were a fool, well they would ignore the warning entirely.
Akkuma had spent a lifetime in the underbelly of the world, building an empire in shadows. A world of whispers, with the weight of unspoken threats. He knew when to trust his instincts. When to hold his hand. When to play his cards.
And right now, he was waiting to see who would sit across from him.
[OOC: Sorry on the delay ninja!]
A pair of unremarkable eyes, the product of a Transformation Jutsu, swept lazily across the room. To any casual observer, he was just another weary traveller. Tucked away in a private booth, waiting for his order. But the illusion was only skin deep. Beneath it, Akkuma’s instincts were razor-sharp. His every sense honed on the presence he had felt trailing him through the streets.
Had they already spotted him? If so, they would know by now that he had his suspicions.
His fingers drummed against the wooden table in idle rhythm as he placed his order, two drinks. A honeyed sake, its warmth a prelude to conversation & the other a dessert-based liquor, sweet yet deceptive. He had no intention of drinking both. No, the second was an invitation.
It was a gamble, but one he had played many times before. If his pursuer was merely watching, they would hesitate. If they were bold, they would take the bait. If they were a fool, well they would ignore the warning entirely.
Akkuma had spent a lifetime in the underbelly of the world, building an empire in shadows. A world of whispers, with the weight of unspoken threats. He knew when to trust his instincts. When to hold his hand. When to play his cards.
And right now, he was waiting to see who would sit across from him.
[OOC: Sorry on the delay ninja!]
