Originally Posted by
Miburo
Unlimited. Untethered. This is how it felt to be the Nevadian, now blessed with such vision, such insight, that he 'saw' in the loosest sense of the term. It was called sight because that was the closest thing to what transpired in both the Earthen and Nevadian languages.
If the Shingan--the former state of his Shingan--was sight beyond sight, what was this?
With the slightest thought, nary a glance, truth revealed itself. There was no shadow that could conceal, no light that could blind. Only the truth remained.
His enemies--no, their enemies--were revealed. The man behind the army.
Sakin.
The Nevadian seemed to be in a trance as the Saiyan Princess spoke to him. He was staring off into the distance, and yet at Parsley at the same time. Or through her rather. Whatever it was, clearly had his attention.
If she were paying attention, she would notice something strange with the Nevadian. Gone was the Ruby Red of his Shingan, replaced with a hue of Emerald Green.
"Sakin, you bastard...."
Held muttered to himself, gripping the ships Yoke tightly. "You won't be able to hide from me any...."
He vaguely became aware of the fact that Parsley was addressing him, as his mind still struggled to adapt and sort through the neigh boundless sensory information it now took in. He replayed her words in his mind. Seeing was the easy part, at the moment.
"Huh? Oh. Think nothing of it. We're hardly best friends, but I would never be so crass as to leave a comrade behind." Parsely came into focus, as he managed to tear his gaze away from everything else. "Besides, I don't need Sarada trying to stick her boot up my---HUH?!"
It seemed choosing what *not* to see was a skill on it's own. By focusing on Parsley, the Nevadian had inadvertently excluded anything that wasn't Parsely from his gaze.
Including her clothes.
Held glanced away uncomfortably as he attempted to undo what had been done. "I mean, it's fine. Let's just say we're even!"
Good Grief....I guess even it's to be expected I would struggle with this gift a little... I can't really apologize to her. She'd probably flay me for looking upon her royal body or something.
"In any case, I'm not interested in Cancer." He continued, "The others seem to have figured out how to deal with her well enough."
The Nevadian refocused his gaze on their angelic nemesis, and the illusion he had managed to put up, protecting him thus far.
"I'd prefer to try to get the jump on Sakin, before he realizes I've found him....Who knows what trick he has up his sleeves."
Whatever spell he's using...He must really have a lot of faith in it to be *this* close to us....Or he's really got his head up his own ass.
Ah, duty calls. Ochazuke did always have a gift with timing...
A button was pressed on the ships control panel, patching in a reply message to The Gotengo.
"This is The Galloping, calling in. We're all in one piece and accounted for. I've even picked up a few guests and a new trick or two." Held reported, keeping his gaze towards the cause of all their woes.
....Time really is of the essence then, huh. I don't know if anyone here has what it takes to undo that kind of seal...
"If you're saying it's time to go, commander." Held continued, "Give the order, and I'll lead you right to Sakin's front door."