[center][b]~Isai Kyouko~[/b][/center]

"Ain't nobody care about other Jinchuriki," Isai was quick to clearify, "Cuz that ain't our business. Don't try to be a hero, monkey," Isai would have added, wanting Hatsu to understand how his pointless sentimentals were the real weakness here. "Let 'em all get sucked up. But if yer stupid enough to go ramming in there then yer monkey ass will just get absorbed all the same. 'Sides, it's gonna take time to get there anyway. By the time we get there all the Jinchuriki will either be dead or have ran away already. Runnin' all the way from Kumo is just gonna make use tired." Isai would place the scroll he summoned into the ground and a large puff of white smoke would appear then immediately dissipate as if it were vapor. 

"Listen, monkey, they ain't apart of our village. They ain't Kumo-nin. There's no reason to worry about them, 'specially considering that ya probably don't even know them. Yer beast does. If ya go and get captured over some friends of friends then yer a liability," Isai said, stretching the word out. It was a big one for him, "To the village," Isai would smuggly say, though it was clearly slightly of a threat in that tone. Almost as if 'I'd be forced to do something I didn't want to do'. But, Isai kinda made it meld away with a innocent smile. 

That was due to the dead body that was collapsed at Isai's feet. 
The body was a cyanosis hue of dehydrated tissue and smelled like dirt and wet iron. It was wearing typical Kumogakure-nin gear with a bandana over his mouth, cover the lower portion of his face, and had gear that was a kumo characteristic black and white. He had a ninja pack on his back with an ordinary set of weaponry, few kunai and a few smoke bombs and a few shuriken. The ninja also had a faded tattoo of a black fish on his right arm and the outline of a fish on his other, a yin-yang combination he'd once been proud of when he was, well, alive. Despite having been dead a good while the ninja had a full head of black hair and had both his eyes closed. 

"Why ya in a rush anyway?" Isai would say, suspiciously twirking his head, "I ain't stupid. Everybody knows ya don't even like being in Kumo. The faster this mission is over the faster ya gotta go back. That and ya ain't listening to what I said before," Isai would put up a single finger for emphasis, as if to stress the last subject he was referring too. As Isai did bring up that finger the dead body twitched and, before long, it started to pick itself up. It started with its arms, pushing itself up to his knees, and before long it was standing. 

"Do ya even got a plan? Do ya even know who yer going in to fight? Are ya gonna do it all by yerself? If ya don't know what I can do, then ya might as well go running off all by yerself, volunteering to be sacrificed. We are a team now, ya gotta know what I can do and I gotta know what ya can do so that we can be prepared for going into the leaf. Just cuz yer a monkey doesn't mean ya always gotta think like one, monkey," Isai would say, and the dead body would rush straight. It was pretty quick for a body that had been dead for more than a few days. The tight, restricted muscles were relaxed, through chemicals cycling through the body catalyzed by the now beating heart. As far as Hatsu was concerned, it would be the same as any ordinary, living being. 

It was headed straight for Hatsu, aiming for a quick jab to the face. The punch for Hatsu's face was expected to be dodged, by Isai, thus Isai was already planning for a recover move based on Hatsu's movements. The best thing about fighting using an instrument was that Isai could more readily read the movements of the opponent in order to understand his target's strengths and plan to destroy them. 

[center][b]~Kii~[/b][/center]

Of course, Kii was tired, not literally paralyzed. When Ryou snatched him up, Kii found his legs moving quicker than his mind and he was running along with Ryou. They needed to probably escape. People were running all about, indicating panic. Apparently, from what Kii could grasp, something happened and the Hokage was related. Kii was hardly focused or attentive enough to really discern what it was that was causing all the panic and he wasn't in any mind to ask. Kii was just being dragged along by Ryou. 

Kii eventually pulled his hand back, breathing heavy, "I'm alright..." He'd gasp, wanting to slow down a bit. Looking back, the goodnight-ninja wasn't following them anymore. Something must have came up or he must have been surprised they escaped so easily. Kii wasn't about to count his blessings yet. It was only a matter of time before that ninja, or others, were aware of them and after them. Kii took a few steps back and accidentally bumped into another boy. Kii bumped into the boy roughly, almost as if he outright threw himself into the boy. Kii was still a little off balanced, but he felt a lot better now that his chakra levels had some chance to half-stabilize. They were still pretty depleted from that haphazard use of the technique, but he could use it again if he needed too. 

The boy that Kii bumped into was a young Uchiha, by the looks of it. Kii couldn't tell, but this boy was actually the harbored of the two tailed Bijuu. This boy was Kota Uchiha. 
"S-Sorry abo-" Kii started, until he realized that this boy was a ninja. Kii tensed up, cutting his words off short. Was this about to turn into a fight? Did this boy know? Should they defeat him? Knock him out? Maybe take him as a hostage? No...The latter was too troublesome. Kii didn't realize until a few moments after was that this boy was talking to another woman, whom Kii could not differentiate as a clone or replication, and it was a good assumption to think of that woman as a possible mentor to this boy. If she were a ninja, especially an older one, then fighting the kid was dangerous here and now.