| abstract | - The man finally reached the Takikage's Residence, walking through the doors of the room. He faced two men, one in the middle, and one to the middle man's right. There was another person, to the left of the middle man, but she was a small girl. The man glared at the trio, and as he did, the man to the middle man's right clinched his sword. His body erecting in the thinnest layer of lightning. "So I take it you're the Takikage", the man states, referring to the man in the middle. The man to the Takikage's right vanished, appearing right in-front of the white haired man's face, his sword drawn and he swung it at him. However, the white haired man was fast, as his very own sword met the opposing man's. "Raido, pull back." The Takikage states, to his right hand man. Raido again, vanished, appearing back to the Takikage's side. "Yes, Lord Shingi." Raido stated bowing to him. "So you must be Shirou. I've heard about you from the Hokage." Shingi stated standing from his sand nimbus. Shingi's sand began to form a nimbus, at which Shirou sat on. "Lord Shingi, let's cut to the real chase. I want to know, exactly how do you know so much about me. Better yet, I should say, us." Shirou leaned back, and as he did, the sand nimbus created a wall, which acted as a support for Shirou's back. "This infamous Sand Release. It's as comfy as the sand Shukaku uses." Shirou compliments, swinging his hand through his white hair. He knew what he was doing, but he didn't at the same time. "Shirou-San. I know everything, or nearly everything. I have operations, that could evolve the human eye, past expectations. But you're more interested in yourself, as well as your clan. So here I'll tell you." Shingi chuckled, "Those things, that Black Zetsu said during the fourth war. Do you think I had no record of it? Everything he said made since, it made all the sense that we, as shinobi, needed to plunged into fear." Shingi leaned forward, and his usual slithering persona vanished, morphing into a deviant one. "But do you think, I thought that was all?" The room was silent, as so, Raido, and Amaya looked at Shingi. Shingi changed up again, his childish persona managed to slip its way back in. "He left out one major thing. "Where were the creators of the name Uchiha." Shirou, I know many things, almost on the scale comparable to you." "You bastard!" Shirou exclaimed slamming his hand onto the desk. "I thought they said you were like me. More gentle, and carefree." Shirou glares at Shingi. "I'll say this only once. Don't slam on things anymore." Shingi's smile stayed in tact, Shirou couldn't tell if he were serious or not. "Now if I may continue...You are the creator of the Uchiha name, no? So much so, you were known as the "First Uchiha". You were later the first, to host Kurama, further losing it due to your soul transfer?" Shingi laughed louder. "You tricked your first cousin, into thinking the war between the two of you was over. And further manipulating the Second H-" Shirou again slammed his hand onto the desk. Shingi looked at Shirou. By this time, Amaya was behind Shirou, her sword in hand, slicing along his arm that he smashed onto the table. "Ugh.." Shirou was in deep shock, as well as wounded. "How did, and when did she?" Shirou asked, grabbing onto his arm. "She uses your Soku-style, Shirou-San. Soku: One Strike, it sucks when used against you aye?" Shingi leans back in his seat. Shirou jumps back, "I guess since you know so much. I'll have to shut you up." Shirou states, jumping back once more. "Amaya." Shingi states, smiling as if the situation were child's play. "Yes, Nii-San!" A small black "door"-like hole appeared. At which Amaya pushed Shirou in, and the rest if the gang followed behind. "This is a desert biome. You are free to bury me if you please." Shingi mocked.
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