"What did he say?" Jon Snow asks as soon as Daenerys climbs down from Drogon while he, Tyrion and Jaime Lannister meets her half way.
"I wasn't able to communicate with him since he doesn't speak our language," is Danny's only reply as she looks at the three of them. "I've come here to bring Missandei to translate for me."
"Then we shall go with you as well." Tyrion Lannister steps forward. "We would like to meet this God-like being, my Queen."
"I don't think that is such a good idea, Lord Tyrion." Danny tells them, appearing uncertain. "He was very wary with me when I tried to talk to him. He doesn't trust easily from what I've observe, especially when it came to strangers."
"Still, we would like to meet him, and give our thanks for helping us win the War." Jon says, "Perhaps Missandei can help translate for us, if it came to that."
"Oh, alright." Danny finally relents. "All three of you may come with me. But first, I must fetch Missandei."
Haruno Sakura is walking slowly through the dead bodies in the opposite direction of the civilian army when she hears the heavy beating of wings from above. When she looks up, she sees the black beast again flying towards her, but this time it is carrying more than one rider.
She halts and waits for the beast to land and its riders.
A moment later, Sakura watches when five people dismount from the beast one by one. The first one to come down is the silver-haired woman, the next is a dark-haired man with a beard, followed by a blonde-haired man, a dark-skinned woman, and a rather small man. All five of them begin walking towards her thereafter.
Out of instinct, Sakura is on guard once more. She reaches out for a kunai from her kunai pouch and raises it in front of her while she shifts into a defensive stance.
"We mean you no harm, oh Great One," says the small man, raising his hands up; a universal sign that he is harmless.
Sakura still doesn't let her kunai down.
"We are only here to talk to you," comes the tall, blonde's words.
"And say our thanks for your help in winning the war," says the dark haired one with the beard.
A heavy silence follows after she listens to their foreign words. Sakura watches as they seem to wait for her to reply so she tells them.
"何を話してるかがわからない." "I don't understand what all of you are talking about." Sakura says, frowning at them.
Then, she watches when the dark-skinned woman begins murmuring something to the silver-haired woman.
Sakura simply watches her lip movements but can't understand what is being said to her greatest annoyance.
"Your grace, I'm afraid I don't know the language he is speaking," says the dark-skinned woman. "For I have never heard such a language spoken before…"
"That's what I'm afraid of," replies the silver-haired one.
"So how do we communicate with him without fear of getting attack?" the blonde-haired man asks.
"Perhaps by disarming ourselves," suggests the short man. "By removing all our weapons and laying it down on the ground. Mayhap that would make him think that we are good people and mean him no harm."
"That would probably work, and hope that he would lower down that odd-looking blade of his as well," comes the tall, blonde man's response.
Meanwhile, Sakura feels the silent stare of the one with the beard, who hasn't participated in the conversation like the rest.
She turns her attention towards him and meets his grey eyes unflinchingly.
"He seems so young," comes the dark-haired man's comment. "And effeminate. Are you sure the person is not a female?"
"It's hard to tell from under what he, or she, is wearing. But judging from his beardless face, I guess the person might be a woman."
Afterward, all five of them start scrutinizing her rather closely, which makes Sakura want to squirm beneath their scrutiny.
"And is her hair even natural? I have never seen such color before in anyone," asks the tall, blonde one.
"It appears to be natural. Perhaps its normal to have hair like that from where she came from?" replies the short man.
"私がここにいるのに私のことを話すのは失礼だよ.""You know it's very rude to be talking about me while I'm standing right here." Sakura says irritably in her own language.
"She's frowning," observes the dark-haired man, "Perhaps it's better that we stop talking about her and find other ways to communicate with her."
"Mayhap we can use sign language?" the short man says.
"That doesn't work, Lord Tyrion," says the silver-haired woman. "I tried using gestures earlier, but her mistrust of me is so strong that she decided not to come along with me at all."
A vein is beginning to throb in Sakura's forehead as she continues to listen to them talk about her in their foreign language.
She is getting annoyed by it that she is this close to shouting at them.
"Then, what do we do with her?"
"How about offering her some food? Or drink? She must be famished after the incredible feat she just pulled earlier."
"Does a God even eat human food, do you think?"
"That's the question that we need to ask her."
"If only we can talk to her properly, we won't be in this situation."
"Yes, this is very difficult -"
"もういい！ 私がいないみたいに話すな!" "Enough! I'm done listening to you all speak like I'm not here!" Sakura snaps angrily at them, and at once, all five of them draw away from her in shock. The men even have the nerve to reach out for their crude weapons.
Sakura is completely not in the mood to be dealing with foreign civilians right now. She needs to go back to her own world, and back to the Shinobi War, and the only way to do that is to talk to one of these people, no matter how backwards they seem to be to her.
"Ok, you!" Sakura says, pointing towards the dark-haired man with the beard who had his hand on his sword. "その他のバカより真面目なので君だけ話をします." "I think you're the most sensible among these stupid lot. So I will be speaking with you alone without the rest of them butting in to our conversation."
Sakura watches as the man points at himself and says, "Me?"
"Yes, you!" Sakura says impatiently, pointing at him once more. "Come closer and I will speak to you."
"Oh," is the man's only response while he remains standing there rather uncertainly.
Sakura lets out a frustrated huff of breath. I really need to get out from this world full of stupid people. She thinks before she makes a move.
Sakura shunshins in front of the dark-haired man to the shock gasps of the rest of the people there. Afterward, Sakura catches the man's arm and then teleports away with him, leaving the rest stunned at the sudden disappearance of the King of the North.