Preperations for War. [Private to Kumo Ninja, Talis, and (maybe) Ryu.][No Fighting.]

A dark, shady wind blasted through the open windows of his office, dark clouds all around the entire tall building. It was a massive thunderstorm, his own chakra controlling it. Yet, he didn't. His dark emotions were raging through his body, and around himself, a small demonic laughter being heard. Yuui was on her stand in the middle of the room, watching Saruno through it's crystal sheath. He was pacing back and forth, his arms swirling with visible amounts of chakra, black and white, the color of a white war. Slamming one hand against the window of his office, as soon as he got close enough, shattered it in a few seconds. The window's glass was a thick plated plexglass, and he shattered it in seconds. Yuui shifted a little with power, but couldn't come close to try and take over Saruno's spirit.

"Well well Saruno, Your war sense is really impressive, I can't come close to touching you."

"Deal with it Yuui, war has been with the Kazura for hundreds of years, dying in battle, or killing hundreds, either way our sense of loving it comes from our own blood."

A small dark tch came from his lips as the sound blasted a few clouds away from his window. He was fairly in the mood, and he called up the Tsuchikage, every Kumo ninja in the village, and even Ryu to the main hall down on the bottom floor of the building. Being on the very top, he would take some time getting down to it. So, if they all arrived before he did, it wouldn't matter. The sense of blood boiling in his own veins made them twitch some, his arms sliding around towards the air. Maybe it was how he was supposed to feel when war was upon himself. Yuui flicked off some of itself towards the small music box on the end of the room. It had been programmed for a few tracks of music. Saruno loved music, so he had to break a few rules to get some of his own, whether part of his way or not, he had to do something.

Taking a firm grasp of Yuui, while sliding over towards her, the hilt was snugly in the palm of his left hand, picking her up from the sheath. God he loved how much power he would be able to use, especially during times of battle, anything. Raising her up from the stand, he raised her up to point to the ceiling.

"You better help this time, Yuui."