Sero stood within the throne room speaking with a representative of the Iron Banner smiths. A group that Ayakashi herself had introduced him to. They had made a deal to use the threads found on his island for their strings and as such were commonly found within this hall. Usually just to restock their supply but for this occasion it was different. A thin man in blacksmith robes was there to take two items that Sero had commissioned to be enchanted. Both were wrapped tightly in cloth and tied with thin ropes. The black cloth concealing their nature but both seemed to be long weapons. Perhaps pole weapons of some sort. Those were leaned up against the nearby pillar for now. As it stood the man was looking over a black scythe that flickered lightly with dim blue flames. The blacksmith was examining the weapon and admiring its quality before he turned to Sero. Nodding in confirmation that they could indeed bring both of these weapons to the same level. He held out a crystal then. A clear rock that Sero reached out and touched with one pale finger. As he did it was tainted into a pitch black oily color. Satisfied with the boil chakra he had the merchant moved to collect the two wrapped weapons. The Scythe itself floating to Sero's hand as if eager to return to its master. The blue flames flickering wildly to life along the blade as he gripped it.

A knock to the door drew his attention. The blacksmith continued to collect both items as Sero felt through the manor out to the door. It was only a moment before he identified the one on the other side. Her chakra familiar to him now but having grown yet again. It seemed each time he met her she had managed some potent growth. Such a growth rate was to be admired. Still he would shift his free hand in and idle wave as the door would creak open. Before Nova could step through the blacksmith would bustle out of it giving her a slight bow before hurrying to complete the contract with the lord of the manor. Still Sero would await her. Standing in the center of the throne room in his black robes with gold trim. White fur running over his right shoulder whiled the robes themselves were rather plain besides that. His feet bare for the moment as he had no intentions of actually leaving the manor. Still his dull grey eyes would watch the door for her entrance. Almost eager to see what she would present to him now. Easily his strongest pupil or resident if one were to consider his training lacking. Always bringing him new and interesting things.

For now he would speak through the door. Bidding her forward in his dull tone. "Enter Nova and be heard." With the scythe in his hand though even at her current level the pressure from him would seem to be like a weight placed upon her. The dull blue flames from the scythe seeming to dim the room rather than provide light as fire should. Somehow they were absorbing the light around him and dimming his features. The heat from him and the weapon seeming to amplify each other as his chakra pressure had never ran hotter than with that weapon in his hands. It was his completion. Fitting to one such as himself. Still he stood tall and regal with it in his left hand. His silver hair hanging loose around him as his signet ring sat upon his left pinky finger. Marking him as head of the Osada clan.

As the other man left Nova would enter at his bidding. Comfortable in appearance yet still with the awkward moving about one did with a prosthetic leg. Soon the time would come for her to gain a power from that as well. However despite her homey appearance she held a scroll that almost dripped with a dark aura. His head tilting as she thanked him for allowing her an audience before approaching closer to him. Standing only a few feet away. Her eyes making contact with his own without breaking. My my she was growing wasn't she. Able to stand before him without hesitation. Perhaps she considered herself much more than the average shinobi her rank. Still he would remain quiet as she spoke. “I wanted to ask your assistance in unsealing what is contained in this scroll in my hands, as well as for you to be present in case of any danger as I have no knowledge of what it holds.”, she would raise the scroll up to show him before continuing, “I received this after my victory in the Chuunin Exams. Mizukage Ayakashi delivered this to me as I travelled to Kiri with the information that is was a gift from the Raikage and to be careful with it as it was as she said, 'powerful even for her'. I've kept it stored away fearing I would not be strong enough to use... whatever it might be within.... though with my recent progress to Special Jounin I wondered if I might. Though as I said before, I have no idea what is contained within..”

Idly he would look at the scroll held up between them. The paper was old and worn with the stains of abandonment over the years in someones library. Almost as if the scroll, had it not been fortified by what it contained would have worn away to an unusable state. However the quality of what it held seemed to help preserve the scroll itself. However as she offered it to him he would not reach out and collect it with his bare hands as she had. Keeping the oils of his hands from touching it if not needed. He would instead tap his staff on the ground once. His chakra reaching out as it took the scroll from her hands and held it in the air. A second tap would drop it to waist level around them . He was being careful to hold it with his chakra but not to unseal its contents. Even as he raised his staff to strike a third time whispers began to echo across the hall. Warnings whispered in rushed hushed voices so jumbled together it couldn't be made out. Just a mass of voices in the darkness of the throne room that got louder and louder as the hilt of the scythe rose. The wind picking up the dust in the throne room as it began to swirl around them. For the first time in hundreds of years this forbidden scroll was about to be unraveled. As the staff began to drop the whispers grew so much it turned to a deafening roar as the wind brushed their hair back and forth wildly as it swirled around them.

The clang of metal on stone was surprisingly loud as suddenly the wind and roaring whispers died in an instant. Sero had bid it open and so it obeyed. The instant he touched the ground it was abruptly gone. The scroll hovering between them would unravel slowly as it clicked open revealing a set of ancient seals upon its surface. A dark energy making the letters glow between a shifting black and red. Sero would lean over the top of the scroll and run his hand over the top. The seals lighting up under his hand as if struggling to touch his chakra and be released. Still he would speak in a dull tone. Undettered by the nature and danger of this scroll. "These seals are roughly three hundred years old. A language no longer commonly used in modern society. Modern seals are more sophisticated but these are almost crude. I would think by the design it was Suna based. Roughly some time after the second shinobi world war. The fact that the Raikage had this is interesting. A warning is placed within the seals as well. Beware the puppeteer lest you become the puppet. Are you certain you wish to open this?"

Sero would watch her and the scroll between them for a moment. What they were about to do could potentially be life threatening and she was outside of her comfort zone. No puppet in sight to climb into if things became serious. He wondered if perhaps she was progressing at such a rate that she was not learning proper restraint and caution. Perhaps he should have a spar with her some time to remind her that there are still things in the world that can't be overcome simply by surrounding yourself in metal. Still that was for another time. For the moment this scroll held his interest as well. His eyes scanned over the surface of it. It was a simple enough seal that once unlocked would only need chakra applied to it to summon the item forth. However on each corner of the scroll was an individual seal locking it away. Each of them needing to be broken and in doing so creating the gateway opening. The seals on each corner were no laughing matter either. They were placed at a high enough level that Sero was going to have to press himself a little to break them. Still he would do as she wished of him.

"Open, First gateway, Mother seal."

He read the first of the seals in the top left corner aloud as he commanded it. His outstretched hand suddenly having a series of seals formed out of mist around it. A red seal raising from the parchment before the mist seals slid down and attached to it. Turning like gears in a clock. In the distance a grandfathers clock chime could be heard but not from any clear direction. As the seal turned water droplets half frozen but not entirely hail began to pelt the painted windows outside. The clouds above rumbling to life as if responding to the seal. Slowing it would turn before stopping and then as if it were a living thing it shuddered and then finally shattered. However the fingernails on Sero's outstretched hand cracked. Blood slowly forming under his nails. A gust of force blowing his robes out from the impact of the seal breaking. His eyes narrowed but he was not bothered enough to stop. Had it been a lesser individual opening this it may have snapped them in half. It was good of her to come to him. He was prepared to endure it.

"Open second gateway, Seal of the forgotten father"

This time Sero was not underestimating the seal. He tapped his scythe on the ground as four balls of flame appeared before him. Each of them moving in unison in a small circle before creating four individual seals. A larger seal forming in the center as another red seal rose from the top right corner of the page. Turning in junction with it. Outside thunder rumbled as a clash of lightning lit up the outside with a resounding bang. Still the seal turned as energy crackled. The seal of his own holding as the seal on the scroll clicked into place. Another toll of the clock and it too shattered. This time another burst of energy shot into Sero. However even as it did Sero hardly shifted to brace himself against it. Blood dripping down his fingers from the nails on his outstretched hand now. However this too he simply ignored. It was but a small bit of damage. At this point the scroll was halfway unlocked. His grey eyes shifted as the storm picked up outside. Glancing at Nova as the lightning lit her features again. Looking for any hint of hesitation. Continuing even if there was.

"Open the third gate. Seal of woven fates"

This time behind the fire seal the mist seals from before would rise and join the fire seal. A series of floating seals in the air of fire and mist. Shifting forward like a grand clock as the third seal from the bottom left corner rose into the air. A bright red light of energy darkening the room with its glow. Wind began to howl outside as if crying out to stop and yet Sero was not bound by its plea. The seals of his own turned the seal as it slowly clicked into place like a locking mechanism. Turning it until it stopped and again a clock tolled from an unknown place. The seal shattered and lightning crackled forth. Slight burns like pink spots on Sero's outstretched hand forming before it too stopped. Sero would notice his fingers tremble for but a moment. Whatever was sealed in this scroll, someone had gone to great lengths to ensure the death of whoever opened it. However Sero was not some average special jounin. Such simple attacks couldn't even disable his hand. Still he would pause to look to Nova. Speaking to her as the storm crashed against the windows outside. Yet even with all that noise his voice was clear without even shouting.

"Are there any preparations you would like to make before I break the final seal and you unseal the contents little one?"

Sero would tilt his head as long hair would spill around his shoulders. The only sound for a moment as she weaved her bright chakra was a slow but steady dripping of the tiny droplets of blood from his finger tips. Already slowing to a stop as the thin space between his fingernails and fingers was clotting. Steam wisps popping up here and there as his body began to stop itself from losing its sacred blood. His grey eyes would watch her as the lights flickered slightly. Her own light only overwhelmed by the lightning outside. He would watch for the second time as this technique formed a ball and left her hands to summon forth a puppet to move to her as it was bidden. The construct clanking to life outside the throne room before crashing in through the open doorway. Its awkward walk carrying it towards them. Scraping the stone as it moved. If he cared enough he might not be happy that she kept managing to damage his manor. However it barely shifted the appearance of it in this case. Nor the structural integrity. If it held it was fine. He cared little for the value of a thing. Even if the manor wasn't growing to like her.

It would stop in front of her and pop its own hatch. He wanted her to grow beyond her shell. To not only be capable while defended by a layer of steel. She hid behind her defenses and it bothered him. For now though it was suited for the situation. He would watch her climb within the puppet and shut the hatch. The formidable weapon protecting her as best as she could manage. It would have to do for now. He would acknowledge her with a nod as the thunder peeled and the lightning flashed outside. As if the world had begun screaming its defiance to what they were doing. However it was not enough to dissuade Sero. Not enough to keep him from being curious and capable of discovering what secrets this scroll held. Still he would brace himself. Tapping his scythe on the ground before shifting into sage mode. His third eye opening in the center of his forehead as his grey eyes shifted a crimson shade. Almost glowing in the dark room. The flames on the head of the scythe would burst forth in a dark shade of blue. A crown hovered above his head made of mist. He would speak then in all his glory.

"By the command of Captain Osada Sero. Open fourth and final gate. Release seal of the reapers glory!"

With that Sero would draw four stars in front of him with the tip of his scythe in flames. Next he would hold up his free hand and three stars would form with water behind the four fire ones. Finally He would breath out and two seals made of mist would form behind the water stars. The two seals would combine with the water stars before shifting clockwise and shifting forward into the fire stars. A bell chiming and echoing louder than before as the seal rose up off the page. All four seals combining into one as it smashed against the final seal. As it did both seals crumbled as sparks flew from either side of the scroll. Both electrical and fire. The room would begin to rumbled before the final seal fully shattered. A concussive wave flew out as it slammed into Sero. Pushing him back as he pushed his scythe down to stop him from going to far. The windows around the room shattered and the wave spread over the island wiping out the storm. The scroll found itself fallen to the floor with the seals broken. Sero took a couple of breaths before straightening himself up. Holding his sage mode should whatever was within come free.

"We are to be grateful that this came to us now instead of when it was made. The power in those seals isn't a tenth of what it was three hundred years ago. It was designed to kill everyone for some distance should this seal be broken into. Due to the time its sat unused though we only faced a shadow of its glory. Go ahead child. Open it."

Sero would remain half bent for a moment before taking a breath. He was not bleeding but He knew that it would be a little damage to him. If it moved him it damaged him. Perhaps just bruising but for now he would go easy on his body. He rose to his height slowly and tested his chest by taking a deep breath. His exhale letting out a hint of steam. It had been designed to kill. Even weakened as he had found it the fact was had a normal special jounin tried it, they would have needed the medical baths immediately. Had someone even lesser found a way into it...well that instance hadn't taken effect. Still glass scattered across the floor of his throne room. He certainly wasn't please about the destruction. The windows would need to be ordered again. The artist and craftsman would be displeased as well. Still he would turn his attention to the man before him. As she had unsealed something even people who only mildly paid attention in history would recognize. The black cloak with red clouds on it. One of the Akatsuki. His eyes would narrow as he felt out towards it. There was a corruption there. Even dead after years of abandonment it held something within.

For a moment he considered if the Raikage had intended this be unleashed within Kiri. Tentatively he moved forward. Walking in a circle around it even as strings came from her puppets tail. For a moment it seemed to act as a puppet should before rather suddenly he felt it reaching out its senses to him as well. As if it was another shinobi like himself. Danger rang as alarm bells within him and he waited for it to turn to him. Instead it would turn towards the puppet. Staring at it and within before she seemed to regain some control again. Whispers echoed in the hall as if the manor had found something like it within. Another haunted object. Cursed by its own inhuman design. The warning made sense now. No one would consider the thing in front of them human anymore. Not even with the robes giving it the appearance of a red haired young man. It was a weapon. A strong one at that. Sero could feel that much. His captains blade would be the best match against it. Even his scythe paled in comparison. Still he would watch and wait.

She made it do a couple of basic movements for now but Sero was cautious about the connection she held with it. The whispers echoed in the manor suggested something filled with malice. He knew the sensation. This being was much like himself in nature. Perhaps granted life after such a long slumber with her chakra strings. Climbing out of her protective shell as if bid to do so. Staring into its eyes as if she was staring at something in the distance. With a flick of his scythe as nearly blank eyes looked to him he severed the connection between the two. Cutting the strings for the time being before bringing the scythe back to his side. Monitoring if it was addicting enough for her to be displeased with him. He would watch her a moment before speaking in turn. The scythe slash far too quick to be avoided outside of her puppet even at her level. A precaution in case the puppet did not wish to be separated from her. His voice was dull but echoed with warning.

"Our records may be limited but I suggest sealing him back for now. Use him as a last resort. You may use the library to research into him. The more you understand your puppet, perhaps the more control you might gain."