UCHIHA

No ordinary person knows the Akatsuki leader's name and his explanation sounds plausible enough. There have never been a need for reserve members since she joined; those who joined so far have been very careful with their lives— most merit goes to their outstanding abilities no one have been able to go toe-to-toe with, herself included. But it's always better to plan ahead and expect the unexpected, that she understands perfectly.

But this guy? On first glance he doesn't seem like anything extraordinary or strong, just plain, and very weird. Still, Sasori doesn't lower her guard; if Pain personally recruited him, he ought to possess something very valuable. . . .whatever it may be.

Wasn't it?

To appear so plain and unassuming? The look and feel of a hapless idiot who surely had no reason to be here. Some were far too smart for their own good, though. Pressed their noses too deep into where they must not belong. Some of that stemmed from the very important question. What was a hapless idiot doing here among those who had killed kage, clashed with the 'god of the shinobi' himself, or claimed to be the Sage of the Six Paths born anew?

Hands on the back of his head, lazily stretching his midsection with an annoyed groan. Unseen eye still lingering on her, and the tension clearly pulled taught at every end. It was an almost indignant huff that leaves him. Nothing, a guy like him had no discernible reason to belong here among ten of the most dangerous fugitives in the shinobi world. But that was a mystery too many found alluring, wasn't it?

Her body stiffened defensively on the slightest movement from Madara before settling on a position she judged good enough to react. One can never be too careless in the presence of an enemy, and in Konan's mind, she was surrounded by them.

"Yes nothing gets passed you, does it?" Three had become two, because the third had stood in his way. So early on it was a liability, if it had been her standing there then perhaps Yahiko would be standing here asking why he was still alive.

"A god needs an angel, doesn't he? You serve so dutifully it would be a shame to separate a bonded pair like you. After all you've been through it would truly be a shame for him to lose another friend. He may lose that little bit of hope he still clings to." His tone is mocking, as always it was when speaking to the two children of Amegakure. After all, it was only fair wasn't it? They treated him like just as much of a means to an end. The masked man moves to the open window, sitting on the sill with his legs dangling out over the lead piping that coursed through this village like veins.

The stinger under her robe twitches. The guy's carefree attitude bothers her immensely; he is either not taking this seriously or is simply unaware of the gravity of the situation. Whatever is the case, she knows better than anyone to never underestimate someone you just met.

His hands lift, to lazily catch and link together on the back of his neck. Spinning on heel to face her, head cocking off to the side over his shoulder. It's a stagnant air of this comical face he wore around all of these playful little pawns. Ones ready to strike outsiders if it meant protecting all the heavy costs sunk into this endeavor.

"I think I'll keep all my secrets though. Just little old Tobi. That's me." The danger in the air rises, a sickening pressure of battle on the horizon. Now, it wouldn't be fair if he spent all his time killing those who worked for him, would it?