Seiri ran to the front gates of the village and her suspicions were proven true. 'So… Yasuo really is a coward,' she thought bitterly. She had hoped that Yasuo would have just let the matter go, or would do nothing because he didn't know the details and presumed her actually dead. It appeared Seiri had set her hopes much too high.
"Rae! I was beginning to think that maybe I had the wrong village," Isamu said as she started walking towards him. He was playing a dangerous game. "I heard from some of the villagers that you just recovered from some serious injuries."
"I did." Her answer was simple, curt. The villager's around here didn't know that she hated Isamu, didn't know he was an assassin. Naturally, his 'friendly' attitude and open personality would invite others to spill information, especially when they didn't think it important to keep it a secret. It was one of the reasons that Yasuo enjoyed having Isamu in the Order. Even though he could never get the brand of the Priest on him. Isamu was too proud to be held down by something that he couldn't guarantee he would stay a part of. He was—after all—a rogue of the worst kind. An assassin for hire. Maybe that made him more of a mercenary.
"Well, I'm glad to see you've recovered so well," He smiled but his voice was cold.
"Skip the act, Isamu." Seiri's voice was condescending, she wanted to get to the point. She wouldn't play these childish games of exchanging fake pleasantries. Isamu scowled at her.
"You'd be doing yourself a favor if you just drew your blade and fell on it."
"Suicide is not my way."
He laughed, "I almost forgot. It's against your religion to kill yourself is it not?"
"That's not it at all. I'm just not going to give you that satisfaction. I want the pleasure of taking your life and damning your soul to hell."
He growled at her, hatred burning in his green eyes. "You test my patience, Rae. If you keep this up, then I won't start with you, I'll start with them." Isamu had whispered the words, just loud enough so Seiri would be the only one to hear them. This was becoming dangerous. She needed to draw him away from the crowds.
"Then why don't we finish this outside the village, there's more space."
"I was really looking forward to taking out a few innocents, though." As a woman was passing Isamu, he went to grab her, only to scream out in pain as a shuriken seemed to materialize in the palm of his hand. He glared at Seiri with such fury, but she wasn't going to back down for any threat.
The area cleared, people running, fearing for their safety. The duo was left alone, the guards at the gate running to tell the Hokage once Seiri had reassured them she could handle this on her own.
"You so much as touch any of these people, and I will kill you where you stand." Her voice didn't waver, her posture was confident and determined.
"You couldn't kill me."
"You're obviously oblivious to the training I underwent back in the Order. I burned down and slaughtered and entire village. People I cared about much more than you. So if you even so much as think I don't have the ability to kill you, I do." The danger read clearly through her eyes but it didn't seem to affect the assassin.
"Feisty," Isamu said lazily, "I'll enjoy bringing your lifeless body back to Yasuo."
Seiri felt nothing towards his words. She had single-handedly taken sown a Sovereign and lived. She could take down one insignificant man. So as he charged at her, sword in her hand but pointed at the ground, she waited. Maybe it was their history-she had undermined this assassin's authority many times, had gone over his head and caused him much more trouble than anyone else-but he seemed blinded by his anger towards her. So eager to kill her, so eager to bring her down. So confident that he could do so.
At the last moment, dodging a flimsy, poor excuse of an attack, Seiri brought her blade up. Isamu didn't have time to evade, the steel piercing his heart as he slid into Seiri's embrace. There was a gurgled grunt as blood welled up in his mouth. His eyes showed how startled he was.
"Your eagerness to kill me, Isamu, was your downfall." She then pushed the man away from her, him sliding off the steel of her blade to fall in a pitiful heap on the ground. Dead. She wiped her blade clean on his cloak, then turned and walked away, making her way towards the Hokage building to inform Tsunade. Everything had happened so quickly, she knew she would get there before anyone even had time to report the problem.
Not that there was one anymore.
Seiri needn't worry about anything any longer. Yasuo was out of resources, no doubt unwilling to come for her himself. There was nothing that remained. She was, officially, free of her bonds.