Tobirama perspective preview

He didn't like the situation in the least. Tobirama set his face in cold impassivity but inside his mind was racing.

He'd felt the priestess's chakra disappear and reappear.

It was the same as her apparition from the mountain temple. She was simply gone in the space of a thought.

Witch.

The taste of her chakra was metal in his mouth. There was something desperately wrong with her. She was no holy woman.

He didn't discount the possibility that she was a servant of a god. But there was no divinity to such a person.

'This is the most dangerous person here.'

He lifted his head to meet her stare. The look he got back was just shy of human, predatory and cold.

She had abandoned her early play-acting. He preferred her this way. Her little show had been a cynical mockery of dutiful hospitality. She had only intended to manipulate people who she had no right to control. Certainly she could not be called gracious for it.

What had she spoken with Hashirama in regards to? They had been alone in the meeting room for minutes.

She was still holding her stare.

Discomfited, he gave her a nod of acknowledgment. Then he broke his stare to survey the field.

Both clans had brought the full force of their military might. It was the first occasion for a true battle since the bitter months after the last clan head had perished. Winter had brought a cessation, but solved nothing.

The Uchiha looked healthy. Bright eyed. He looked through their line for signs of malnutrition and found none. They had managed to get enough provisions, perhaps. The recent drop in the price of iron ore had drastically reduced the value of their metal works, so there had been hope that poverty would bring the Uchiha low.

He sought out his de facto opponent. Izuna, pretty boy fool that he was, was making cow eyes at the witch in the tree. Tobirama suppressed a snort.