Mizax Vs. Bestdragon3

"Yes, my father had the same abilities. He took it upon himself to try and teach me ways to deal with the pain. He also taught me a few techniques..." Zenko paused, and allowed Sai to continue. When he stopped, seconds later she could see the look on his face, he was back upon urgent matters rather than what was going on right now. She noticed as well, that she had been standing this entire time, not doing much of anything but replying to what he said. Had she really been that drawn in by him?

She listened to Sai's long speech, and allowed to moment to pass before replying. In a moment like this, she would have to think before letting the words flow out of her mouth. "I will join you, and hopefully benefit from it as well as you. How could I pass up a chance such as this? I'd be a fool to allow someone like you to slip by my side, which I see you share the thought." A strange thought slipped into her head just then, and she remembered the gossip about an Akatsuki member possibly being held in Otogakure. "I don't know if this will help, but I heard there was a kunoichi being held in Sound for some reason. An imported prisoner from Konoha."

Zenko listened patiently as Sai spoke, nodding lightly in agreement with what he said. She had felt the same throughout her life. The power and strength that it gave her was immeasurable, and incredibly unique, allowing her to surpass those even high above her if she tried. However, the consequences of using it was dire in some situations, and had the ability to hinder the user for only a moment. That moment could mean death, she thought, her mind flashing back to the near death incident at the Chuunin Exams.

"The only other I can remember is my father, but he was killed years ago before I was taken into Otogakure." She paused, attempting to remember what all had transpired during Cobra's visit at her house. "Not that I can remember... It was quite a long time ago. An unwanted tear appeared in her right eye and was quickly brushed away as she remembered what exactly had happened to her father. Zenko didn't want to think about those things, and that was exactly why she was always stubborn and doing something.

She put her attention back on Sai, waiting for his reply. With surprising ease her mind began to drift from her fathers death back to him, becoming enveloped in the feeling of ease as the pain was seemingly rubbed away to a certain extent. She felt she was almost drunk on the feeling, wanting to keep by Sai's side selfishly to keep it.

Zenko absorbed the familiar site that the pair had been to before. Once again, she listened patiently to the several sentences that Sai spoke, absorbing the information at the rate he was giving it. Upon his 'word of advice' to memorize the areas, she took special care to memorize the one they were already in. She would never know when she would need the information, but it would be vital.

Just when she was about to speak, the wind picked up, and brought with it another man. He was smiling, and spoke of having finished a jutsu that he might have been assigned. The smile that she had held so gently before faded to a neutral expression. Zenko merely tossed aside the feeling that his gaze gave her, and looked at him in kind, looking the man up and down. Nothing really stood out, besides the pure white eyes that held no iris.