Transcend [P]

As Maku spoke the crippling layer of rust that had for so long plagued the cogs in Iesada's head flaked off into nothingness. It had been a while since he had a direction. The warm feeling of adrenaline rushing through his veins felt foreign, but not altogether bad. Perhaps it was time to be moving on?

"Redistribution?" He questioned as if tasting the word. "That sounds doable."

He already had a plan in mind. With his official documents from Yukigakure still intact and a destroyed village on his side, the older man could make anyone pity his situation. In this case, it only made sense to be collecting money for village ravaged by war. No, he wouldn't call it pity pay, he'd spin it as aid. Calling it aid would make the donators feel much better about themselves, preying on altruism was all too easy. That said, he'd need some time to draw up a plan and an official story; going in half cocked was asking to fail.

"Can you give me a week to think about it? I'm staying at a local inn, you can find me there."

The trick in negotiations is to not give the other party any choice in the matter as Maku would soon find.

"For now, farewell."

And off the man went into the more populated area of Kumogakure, he had much to consider.

[Poss. Exit]

Maku's smile became less real as Iesada presented his option and began to turn.  The week to think about it was fine, as long as at the end the answer was yes.  The turn and the abrupt good bye was a bit less desirable.  However, like a slow night at the bar sometimes you took the less desirable person, just because they were there and you still needed something.

"Take the time old, think on it and make sure you can deliver."  He would say in a teasing tone.  Making sure his own challenge was voiced to see if Iesada was up for the task.  As the man turned however Maku took a decisive step and reached up placing his hand on the taller mans shoulder.  Maku did not strike an intimidating height, it was the force of his personality, and chakra that did the majority of the talking.

His aura flared for a second, the mask tipping off his head for a second.  His chakra would be at its most potent, his voice however would be sing song from days of old.  "I look forward to your answer.  It would give me great joy to work with you again.." he would say.  His pretense not threatening, not malicious, merely suffocating the area as he reached up, placing the mask and causing it to completely disappear.  With that he would vanish, his teleportation taking him from that place.

(Exit)