iv.
It was the perfect plan. Consideringherheritage and bloodline, it was a formidable plan. Not to mention, his Mangekyou Sharingan made it more than perfect.
They were a dangerous pair, indeed.
After all, if they weren't, they wouldn't have made quite a reputation throughout the Five Great Nations at such a ripe age of thirteen.
An Uchiha and an Uzumaki.
It was unheard of, yet very intimidating.
"I refuse to sacrifice a life for a jutsu such as the Edo Tensei."
It was nothing he didn't expect, of course. He'd known her her whole life; he knew she'd react this way.
"One life for the sake of many," he told her, "includingtheirlegacy."
He deliberately added the last line to persuade her; it was her weakness.
Whatever guilt he used to feel before whenever he'd exploit her weakness was long gone. They were Shinobi. They had duty to their village—albeit one that viewed him as a criminal andherto be dead for about seven years.
Any woman in her situation would have trembled, bit her lower lip, avoid his gaze, fidget and the whatnot things the opposite sex always did when under pressure or faced with a difficult circumstance.
She was not any woman, though.
She was the woman who he'd yet to see shed a single tear.
She was the woman who would kill on cold blood.
The woman whohe couldn't kill—not out of gentlemanliness but because of her own prowess as a kunoichi.
Thus, she stood before him, with an apathetic facade masquerading the maelstrom of conflict and turmoil she ought to be feeling.
Hergreen eyes shining in determination.
"Very well, then."
tbc.
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