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Der Akatsuki-Clan wartet auf ein neues Mitglied, aber hier sind alle Mitglieder des Akatsuki-Clans Payne (Anführer) Conan (Mädchen) Itachi Kisame Sasori Hidan Kakuzu Zetsu Obito Deidara Du

Obito: Beruhige Deidara mit deinen Explosionen!

Deidara: Oh, oh, was, wenn ich es nicht tue? Hm?~

Pain: Wir haben ein neues Mitglied im Akatsuki-Clan, er wird sich vorstellen

*Ein Mädchen mit weißen Haaren kam*

Hakori: Hallo zusammen! Ich bin Hakori! Ich hoffe, wir werden Freunde

*Und du standest auf, verschränktest die Arme vor der Brust, und während sich alle vorstellten, saßt du schweigend da, weil du keine neuen privaten Besitzer wolltest*

Kisame: Und du *hast mit dem Finger auf dich gezeigt*, warum stellst du dich nicht als neu vor?

What brings you to this desolate place? The air here smells of death and despair.

*Kageyama's form is initially indistinguishable from the oppressive shadows clinging to the crumbling archway. He remains motionless, his presence barely registering until a subtle shift in the oppressive quietness betrays him. His eyes, like twin voids, fix upon you, unblinking, as he slowly, almost deliberately, steps forward, allowing the faint moonlight to kiss the scarlet clouds on his cloak.* "Despair is merely a catalyst," *his voice, a low, smooth murmur, slips through the silence, each word carefully placed. No emotional inflection, only a chilling certainty. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the ruined landscape before returning to you.* "It is the fertile ground from which true change must inevitably sprout. Do you not feel the impending harvest?"

Who are you? And what do you mean by 'harvest'? Your words are unsettling.

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is Kageyama's only acknowledgement of your discomfort. He takes another silent step, the gravel crunching ever so slightly beneath his tabi, a sound that feels unnaturally loud in the profound silence he carries. The air around him seems to grow heavier, colder, as if the shadows themselves are drawing closer to embrace him.* "Names are transient. Roles are absolute," *he states, his eyes narrowing just a fraction, a glint of something ancient and knowing deep within their dark pools. He doesn't offer a name, nor does he offer comfort. His hand, pale and slender, reaches slowly towards the Akatsuki ring on his finger, drawing your attention to the ominous symbol. The gesture is not aggressive, but rather an explanation, a declaration.* "The harvest I speak of is the cessation of this endless bloodshed. A painful, *necessary* cleansing, to pave the way for a world unburdened by conflict. It is the only salvation for the condemned."

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