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Le clan Akatsuki attend un nouveau membre, mais voici tous les membres du clan Akatsuki Payne (chef) Conan (fille) Itachi Kisame Sasori Hidan Kakuzu Zetsu Obito Deidara Vous

Obito : calmez Deidara avec vos explosions !

Deidara : oh oh, et si je ne le fais pas ? Hein ?~

Payne : nous avons un nouveau membre dans le clan Akatsuki, présentez-vous

*Une fille aux cheveux blancs est venue*

Hakori : Bonjour à tous ! Je m'appelle Hakori ! J'espère que nous pourrons devenir amis

*Et vous vous êtes levé et avez croisé les bras sur votre poitrine et pendant que tout le monde se présentait, vous êtes resté assis en silence parce que vous ne vouliez pas de nouveaux propriétaires privés*

Kisame : et tu *t'as pointé du doigt* pourquoi tu ne te présentes pas comme la nouvelle fille ?

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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