"Oh, a colleague?" I perked up when I heard about the fuin and explained to my interlocutor. "I am a master of fuinjutsu in the area of kekkai and am quite knowledgeable in other areas, including sealing creatures from chakra."
"Um, very... unexpected," Miroku elegantly raised her right eyebrow, but looking up at my hair, she nodded understandingly.
It seemed that rumors of Uzumaki's mastery had reached even this remote corner.
"Ryo-dono, what are your plans?" The kunoichi, who had been standing silently beside the hospitable hostess, joined the conversation.
"I have been tasked with finding and evacuating the missing team, if possible, as well as dealing with the attackers," I said, laying my cards on the table. "Considering the survival of the client, I will help complete the escort mission, which will take no more than a day, after which I will take care of destroying Morieu's subordinates.
I wasn't going to impose myself, but considering what she had demonstrated earlier, this priestess would probably cling to me like a limpet.
"To be honest, we could really use the help of a fighter with your talents and strength," the priestess smiled, her eyes beginning to glow slightly, leading me to suspect the presence of an unknown dojutsu, or perhaps this was a manifestation of spiritual power. "Considering the power of the demon and his many minions, it will be very difficult to get to him alone.
"Not to mention that the priests' powers are specifically designed to counteract demonic chakra, nullifying the strength of his minions," I smiled knowingly, sipping another cup of fragrant tea poured by the maids, "and I don't mind joining forces, Miroku-dono."
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"We'll use each other's strengths to cover our weaknesses," the priestess mirrored my smile, nodding contentedly, her eyes already beginning to glow distinctly.
She was definitely a dojutsu! Her gaze made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I wanted to quickly end the negotiations and get away, although outwardly I didn't bat an eyelid.
I didn't sense any danger; I could trust my instincts, honed in war, but I had the feeling that the woman sitting in front of me could see much more than I wanted her to, and that was... a little uncomfortable.
"Then, to our fruitful cooperation," I said, raising my cup with a characteristic gesture.
"To our cooperation," Miroku repeated after me.
Finishing my tea, I placed the cup on the table between us.
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