The Dinner...

The grass whistle, and the tree branches pushed north. The children played in the center of the village, and people watched. Deeper inside, you could hear the blacksmith shops at work, creating swords for the generation of shinobi. At the tallest tall of the village, was the Kawakage's mansion. And from over the balcony stood Kakōgakure's Sigma Uchiha. His distinctively orange hair wrestled with the wind.

From his own soul, Naidō split showing only it's head. "I must say. Yourself and that kid have did quite the job getting the village together." Naidō stated before taking its complete avian form.

"Yeah, Kokutō's a great kid. I can't bring myself to figure why'd some just abandon him. And those eyes, they are as sacred as my own. I won't let him down, I promise to help him find his origins." Sigma clinched his fist, squeezing them so tight Naidō could hear the thrust. "So I won't rest until I have."

Sigma could smell the chakra differing from himself. "What is it?" Sigma asked, acknowledging a man behind him.

"Lord Kawakage, sorry to interrupt you're conversation, but someone is here to see you. He refused to give me his name, and stated if I got in trouble for not gathering his name, he'd take care of it for me". The man stated bowing.

Sigma began to walk into the office, and took a seat in his chair. "Very well then. Send him in." Sigma stated, as his curiosity began to pour over the glass. "Yes Mi'Lord."

The man was behind Sigma's guard perfectly. However, the man sat on a nimbus of, and at that point Sigma was able to decipher the code. "Sigma, it's rude to keep clients waiting." The mans words slithered off of his tongue, like the voice of Orochimaru, just pitched a tad higher.

Sigma smirked, "A client ehh? What kind of dirty work does the Takikage want me to do, ehh Shingi?"