The Crowned Clown, This is Kyuubi?! (Again!)

Osore thought for a second, If I need to, I can beat this guy, but he dosen't seem to relize who I am, I should just go along with it.

Nodding, the girl poured some liquid on the body, causing it to arupt in flames.

Narora didn't make any noise as he watched the body vanish before his eyes. He let Scarlet Princess fall from his shoulder, and resealed it with a simple touch to the scroll, then, pocketed it once more.

He put his hands back in his pockets, and though his Sharingan faded from his eyes, he remained slightly cautious. “Alright then... I'll trust you on that one...” To bad Narora had no way to predict any lies from the girl. If his Sharingan had been active, he may have caught the slight twitches of muscles in the girl's being, but missed them without his enhanced perception.

He didn't turn his back however, and remained watching her. Angel and the boy had probably been gone for a while now, and with his Sharingan having been active, he sensed no pulse in Chakra that resulted in a created clone.

Though, this person could have easily created one before she came here... Damn, he wished he could use his Pesquisa! But his Mangekyou wasn't ready for anything other than a momentary activation.

Osore glanced down at the ashes and nodded to herself. Nobody would be using them for anything anytime soon. Turning to face the jonin with the sharingan, she said, "Well I think it's best that I take my leave..." As she turned to face the trees, she dissapeared into the forest, not even leaving a trace of her chakra to be followed of identified. She had learned alot on this trip. Time to return to headquarters...

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