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Tsuigme returned to his home land. He hadn't been home in quite some time. He wondered how the village was without its leader. Tsugime suddenly felt a familiar presence. The presence of someone he'd killed. A heart he had stolen. The heart that once belonged to that ninja suddenly began beating irregularly. Tsugime knew what this meant. By the waterfall that led into the village, Tsigme left a small brown leather pouch. Inside was the sacred armor that he had stolen. It seems it was time for it to return to its rightful owner.

"You havent gotten used to working with your tendrils that much, so think of this as practice," Kakuzu muttered as he looked at Fura, who by now, was holding her severed hand in her other one. "And your masks are pretty much made of that tendril crap, and since you made one of those move, this should be a cinch. The only difference is that you're controlling them individually rather than this whole 'living' mass," He added as he looked down at his arm.

Beneath his skin, several long lumps snaked here and there before bursting from beneath his skin. "You're generally just stitching yourself back together, except rather than using thread you're using these," He said, making one of his tendrils wiggle slightly to make it seem significant. "So just put your hand to that stump, let your tendrils dig into it, and from there, you should be fine, as your body's natural healing process will make it useable again after several moments."

Nodding, Furanken set the hand to her wrist. After a single concentrated thought, the black threads began to slither forward, soon digging into the hand at the point where they connected. With a mild wince, Fura watched as the limb reconnected itself to her body, though her expression showed mild amazement. Even a wide grin could be seen growing as time passed. Evidently, the Kakuzu girl was enjoying this.

Less than a minute later, Fura extended her arm in front of her. It felt awkward, yet the girl could already sense that the hand would still be able to function properly. Apparently, while the tendrils stitched a limb back on, it also seemed to help nerve properties as well...Unless it was more of that 'bodily natural healing' Kakuzu had just mentioned.

"See?" Kakuzu mused in a tone that made it seem like some grand bet had turned in his favor. "Though those things can serve as weapons, they can just as easily be utilized in medical situations as well. Especially if your with some idiot who just cant keep himself together. Though in several cases, that idiot is you..."

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Tsugime had his back turned to the Chuunin. He turned around to face him as he said "Ah yes. I've been expecting you. You seem to be the only one I can trust so I asked you to come here. Now as you can see I've removed four of my hearts" Pointing to five jars filled with a strange green liquid. Four of them had a heart suspended in it. He continued "When I sever this fifth heart from my chest, you are to put it in the remaining jar. I then ask that you remain here and watch over my corpse. When the time comes you will place my heart on my chest. My tendrils will take care of the rest." Without waiting for a response, Tsugime layed on a cot set up by the desk. With one swift movement he tore into his torso and pulled out his still beating heart. Tendrils attached to it were severed and Tsugime collapsed on the cot with the severed heart in his hand. There was simply one tendrils still attatched. All he had to do was yank it.

Tsugime's lifeless body lay on the cot. Strangely a tendril began to slip out of his open chest cavity. It swirled through the air towards one of the jars. It made its point rigid before stabbing itself into the jar. The desk was covered in the green liquid. The tendril shot towards the heart as it attached itself. Tsugime suddenly shot awake gasping for breath. The first heart was pulled back into his chest. He got up and looked at Hisame. He then said "You are dismissed." He approached the other jars unscrewing the tops, removing the hearts and placing them back into his body. He was back with a new power.

From his office conveniently carved into the hollows of the tree, Tsugime's attention was averted. It was the sound of metal clunking into wood. The sound echoed throughout the tree. It was rather hard to miss. The Takikage left his office to investigate. He stepped out of a massive knothole towards the branches. He emerged looking much like a plague doctor from the era of the Black Plague. Tsugime bounced from branch to branch searching for the source of this sound. Something gleamed in the sunlight as he looked down. Tsugime dashed down the length of the tree using chakra to keep his feet adhered to the trunk. As he reached the massive root that sunk into the lake, he found the source of the gleam.

It was a kunai dug into the root. Tsugime was suddenly put on high alert. How could a shinobi have snuck into the village without him noticing? This definitely assured a force to be reckoned with. It seemed apparent that whoever was intruding was after the Hero's Water. Tsugime decided he would try to beat the intruder to the shrine. He dashed into another opening at the base of the tree to take a short cut. In the shadows, Tsugime waiting for the intruder to cross his path before reaching the altar where the Hero's Water was traditionally kept. The ninja would regret not picking up his toys after he was done playing.

Right on cue. Tsugime didn't need to mask his chakra signature because it was rather low. The Waterfall Village didn't have a reputation for having exceptionally strong ninja. Their Kage was no exception. None the less, he knew how to win a battle without much effort. He stepped out of the shadows, his long mask sticking out far past his body. He tilted his head as he watched the masked shinobi approach the altar. If he were to open in, he would see a bottle of water within but it wasn't the real Hero's Water. Merely a double to fool ninja like him. The village leader kept it on his person at all times. He wouldn't let a catastrophe like what happened in the past happen again. Tsugime waited for a second before saying "Looking for something?"

"This looks like something out of a comic book...." Kiraki said as the dramatic lighting shone upon the altar he was looking for. About 10 feet from the altar, he stopped and crossed his arms, one raised with his hand on his chin.
This cant be it. Either this place is too long forgotten, the booby traps were already sprung or....
His answer came in the sentence from the shadows as Kirakis head tilted back and a half exasperated, half relieved sigh came from the worn mask.
"And there's door number three. I knew this was too easy..." He said turning his back from the altar to figure in front of him.
Guess the old man a the dock was right. Haunted spirits? Booby Trap Summon? Old crazy b*****d hermit? Either way its got a human esque voice. Kiraki though as he rasied both his hands apathetically to chest level to show he was unarmed to the other intruder.
"Hey little birdy, no need to peck my eyes out. I only came for the sights and lost my way."
He was obviously lying but better to lure them into some false sense of security and see what happens.