Gaara's face is expressionless as he lets his pale eyes glide towards the village's remaining Honored Sibling, but he bobs his head in deep respect for the aged man.
Ebizu frowns his displeasure as Gaara enters the hall, and folds his hands within the sleeves of his robe.
Gaara walks past the elder, intent on the issue at hand that they both are here to manage.
Hunter nins arrive and land before him just as he places his hand on the doors to enter the hospital's high security level.
"Kazekage, forgive this interruption. Akatsuki robes have been seen at the borders where the slavers had their camp."
Akatsuki. Gaara knows well the pathetic lack of information Sand, or even the entire joint army of ninja villages has on the rogue organization. The only reliable fact was the extraction of a number of tailed beasts from their hosts, an action which surely kills any jinchuriki. He remember his own ordeal in which he in fact died.
Before he can say a word, blue lightening flashes, licking across the floor. He easily trails the flashy effect to the door that is the source. He has his sand unscrew the gourd on his back, and with a slight frown tugging the edges of his mouth down, strides forward to face the occupant within.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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