=The man spoke about how he was not afraid. Then when the moment came that Oshirama came fully into view it could be visibly seen that his expression dropped. Whether that was fear strictly of the man himself or the concept of bumping into him here mattered not...it was a recitation of the previous claim of no fear that was given before. Then, deeper in - he again stated that he was not afraid of the man. Oshirama's foot moving forward - his expression never shifting as he contemplated how he would break the man...he had been down here for so long - he wondered if this time would he get personal pleasure from breaking someone. There was a question in the young man's mind as to whether or not Oshirama remembered him, but there was no context in the moment that for him to use his previous name, Hayato - and Oshirama not be shocked; then it would definitely mean that Oshirama had recognized him already in this moment. . . he no longer knew the name Hayato. The comment about chasing children like a serial killer went straight through Oshirama's mind - not phasing him in the least bit. Up till that point he had already decided in his head that he would kill the man so there was nothing to take his focus from it, his mind was made up and words would not move the mountain. Then he mentioned Totsuka and the memory of the man played on his thoughts for but a moment. . . Sentou had spoken as to the fact that he was not afraid. . . Oshirama thought that foolish - if he only knew the reasons why he should be in this moment. But his mention of Totsuka had stopped that from coming to fruition and Oshirama stopped, his eyes never waivering nor did his expression - though it was unamused and unmoved on the exterior:
"Hayato. Totsuka. Those are names that have not crossed my mind in quite some time. Yes - yes I do remember you, I recognized you and your chakra from the moment you came here. It changed nothing for me. But, I do suppose you need answers...and Totsuka....would have wanted it. What you have heard is correct. Totsuka is dead, killed by the hand of Izanagi. Hmph...clutter to the garden. Weeds....weeds have an inexplicable desire to grow and overtake. They'll eat all the nutrients in the soil, to grow, grow and grow. Wrap around other plants, sap from vegetation, expand up walls and around posts...never being halted in their pursuit. I have a much different directive then I did when you and I last met. Weeds, like Izanagi...will always seek more power. Always hunger to grow...spread. They will wrap around and stiffle out everything - shinobi in general are like this. I told you before...there will be no weakness in my garden. Now - that will be true. Because I will wipe my garden clean. Make way for new soil and enriched land to plant a'new....free from weeds. Your teacher, was a victim of overgrowth. Totsuka carried upon his back the secrets of the Takamagahara. Izanagi found out and he wanted that. This all powerful entity. He couldnt let it exist without his hand in on it. Between him and absolute power stood his own flesh and blood...but then again - Uchiha are good for working around that kind of ultimatum, aren't they? Needless to say Totsuka was powerful but could not overcome the cunning of Izanagi. Nor the determination for that matter, Izanagi believed the only way to keep the salesman at bay was to amass as much power as possible...and the Takamagahara was a boost that could not simply be ignored. Heh...I wonder now if that was It's plan all along." *He contemplated how that would make a student of the man feel, and even in this moment Oshirama made the best he could - at an attempt to lessen the blow* "You should be proud. He fought well. And Izanagi drew no intentional pleasure from the deed...in fact - I could sense that he was under an extreme amount of emotional duress. I dare say it was done with a heavy heart."
=He spoke of things being done with a heavy heart and the concept of which gave the man more focus and clarity to what he had vowed to do and the perspective that he had been put in with the conversation that had just transpired. His eyes had softened before when he was in the middle of the explanation as to the events that the man had inquired of, but now they had hardened once more - sharp and intense as always as he refocused on Sentou. Suddenly - he was gone, and from behind Sentou a deep ways down the hallway there came the sound of churning and snapping - wood and vine peeling back from a portion of the corridor that could be seen leading into an aqueduct and there at the end of it was a solitary set of lights beaming down over a ladder leading upwards. Oshirama's voice came from behind Sentou...but the most horrifying thing about that...was there was utterly no way to sense or detect how he did it...One moment he was there and the next moment - gone, only a very slight drizzle of falling smoldering debris left behind...not a sound or motion otherwise and in fact - trying to keep up in a dedicated manner...would only hurt and confuse the eyes even more. Was this speed? Was this space/time ninjutsu? This method that was even faster - then Izanagi's Tetragrammigration? Oshirama's blisteringly muscular stature towered from behind the man as he simply stood there with his arms folded over the jade breast plate - no aura and chakra petals around him anymore...simply the man himself in the jade armor that seemed to radiate a sun from underneath its translucent crystalline hues. He looked down the hall towards the ladder, obviously capable of seeing it due to his extreme visual prowess but it was evident that it was a good hike down the corridor. He looked in that direction for a while and then only slightly peaked back around to Sentou, whom he stood only a foot behind off to his right side leaning against the wall:
"The fate of all shinobi has been determined. That was set the moment that I decided I would wipe them from the face of existence. I don't have to kill you now Sentou, but our paths will converge again. Get strong. Get wise. If you must? Get even. But do not die till it is time. When you know it is your time. Leave this place. Pray I don't see you again."
=There was no animosity to what he was saying. You could tell by his tone of voice and the manner that he was speaking with the man that this was not something strictly being done out of spite. It was something that he did with conviction. If it were ever a question before then this was something that would flesh out the intention of the man more so - it was something that he believed he -had- to do; there was an indomitable conviction in it. After saying such the man would simply stand there and watch, waiting so that he could be alone again in his isolation until the time came for him to rise from beneath the ashes.=
