The Wil of Fire... Midnight pondered. He'd heard the term before, but never knew exactly what it meant. Perhaps it was time that he would be educated. "And what would you know of the Will of Fire?" He asked lazily. It seemed that the boy's reactions to pretty much everything they talked about was simple disgust, anger, and hate. What a sad excuse for a human being.

Mdinight's hatred for his father was the only comparison he had to the hatred that brewed within the boy, but that didn't stop him from continuing the conversation. For now the conversation was interesting, but Midnight suspected that the reactions would become boring once they got more repetitive than they already were, which was saying something considering how often the boy was angered throughout their conversation. It was almost seeming like a waste of time at this point to continue the conversation, but Midnight decided to be hopeful and hold on to it for just a little while longer.

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"The will of fire is one must want to protect each other and love one another." "My will of fire is way different then the leaf's." "Mine is simply to make all targets and enemies suffer badly before I kill them." "My ninja way is to achieve unmatchable speed and to master fighting with three swords at once." He looked back at the Raikage. "I guess you can say my will is undying and my fire is the fires of Hell." He then clenched his fist with such tightness that his own fingers were digging into the skin of his palm. His mind began to grow darker at his own thoughts of the villagers he wanted to badly harm or kill brutally.

Midnight rolled his eyes at the repetition that he knew was going to come from the boy. Though he didn't know what the Will of Fire was, he did know that the Will of Fire was a single feeling that every true leaf shinobi had, not an individual feeling. The boy's goals were of course to strive for power so that his ends could be achieved. Midnight had no such goal, and everything this boy had told him was far from unique at this point. The more important part of Midnight's feelings at the moment was that...he was bored.

"I am not happy," Midnight told the boy. "You are boring me." Midnight's feeling of boredom caused his mind to tell him to seek out interest in other things. An automatic reaction, there was really no telling exactly what he would do to make things interesting again. It was obvious to see that the conversation would never go anywhere beyond that of the boy stating his desire to kill his village mates.

As many know, Midnight does not like to be bored. Midnight has to do something now to counteract said boredom. Well now seems to be a good a time as any to train. Midnight's killing intent rose to a point unachievable by anyone but himself. His very being was threatened, and as such, he would destroy whatever would cause him displeasure. In this case it happened to be the boy in front of him. Midnight looked the boy in the eyes, making eye contact, his malicious intent being exuded so strongly that it would create visions around the boy. Though this boy said he hated his fellow leaf villagers, his malicious intent was far below that of Midnight's, making him incapable of being unaffected by Midnight's ability.

Midnight made the boy see visions of his own brutal slaughtering, the mind of the affected seeing and feeling pain that was not actually happening. Through these feelings alone, the body would go into shock and would be incapable of moving. Midnight narrowed his eyes and walked to the boy. "Go die," Midnight whispered into his ear before walking away from the docks entirely. He'd had enough of this place. Maybe somewhere else would be better.

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Kami then began laughing insanely at the site of it all. "This is magnificent." "These things I am seeing are just so wild." He continued to laugh insanely. "Such destruction and such suffering." "This feeling is thrilling." As he was getting the feeling of being killed. "Why the hell I am so damn slow." As he looked more he saw the killer was himself but older and using the sharingan eyes. causing pain. He snapped out of it in a cold sweat. "What the hell was all that about." He tried to move but the burns on his legs seemed to be reacting to the stress from what he saw. He then raced off to where he felt like going.
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