Chapitre 25: Chapter 25
But the possibility that these were ninja, and that too ones that could use magic was disquieting. He had no information, and that made this dangerous all on its own. And then he noticed that one of them was moving towards him. A quick glance told him the new individual was a somewhat old man, and was wearing otherwise unremarkable wizarding wear. But he was clearly oriental, with piercing eyes and leaking sporadic bursts of unfocused killing intent. Harry wondered for a bit if they had means to magically alter their appearance, a charm or transfiguration of some sort, but then shelved the thought. It didn't really change the immediate situation. 'So they want to talk' he mused.
Takeda observed his target as he moved closer to the store. The man inside was clearly looking at him, and seemed quite curious at him as well. He wondered for a brief instant if all hell really would break loose. But he stifled the thought. Negotiation began with a firm belief that you yourself held the cards. It was time to see if he really did have them.
Takeda decided to go for the casual approach. They worked best when the other fellow was neutral or at the very least not-openly-hostile. So, he took a deep breath and approached the stranger.
"Ah, good afternoon sir, I was wondering if you might join me in a bit of friendly conversation?"
'Interesting choice of words' Harry's clone thought. He also noted a lack of accent in his words-the old man sounded like an excited BBC newscaster. 'Maybe he really isn't Japanese?'
"Of course! But if I may enquire, what shall we talk about? I mean, this is the first time I' met you... And I do not even know your name..."
"Yes yes, you make a good point. My name is Takeda Suzuki. I have a few minor questions that I'm sure you can answer for me..."
Suzuki was the name he used on infiltration missions into the 'normal' world. In Hakumei, you didn't have a clan name. Hakumei was the only family there was. Especially considering a good deal of them were orphans.
Harry nodded and smiled. "I see. And my name is Anakin Skywalker. So shall we go outside then? The fumes of an apothecary can be quite distracting."
"Indeed."
Takeda and Harry(clone) walked quietly and at a very sedate pace towards what Harry vaguely realized was Knockturn alley. The clone surmised that it was going to be quite interesting to see what kind of shops existed here. He hadn't gone to Knockturn, preferring to go there when it was crowded. Though, he did note that even on this day, when Diagon was for all intents and purposes empty, the clone noted that Knockturn still had a visible population in the alley here. Apparently, whatever seemed to freeze Diagon had not affected Knockturn much. Or it could be that the adage that crime never sleeps applied to the magical world as well. But it also afforded cover. So, clone as he was, he flared his chakra, telling his creator, wherever he was that his clone was in a situation that necessitated the presence of he original. It felt good that he had already practiced with clones for scenarios like these.
Takeda blinked when he once more felt that mysterious energy, this time rising from his companion and washing right through him. It was a signal or a warning, he realized. But who could he be signaling? Takeda suddenly regretted not letting his team continue to sweep the alley. If there were more of...them out there, he really needed to know. He was a ninja, a master of information gathering. And here he was having made a rookie mistake, one he had consciously let pass. He noticed that the rather plain wizard he was guiding was looking at him, only he was looking ahead and most certainly not at him. But somehow he knew that the man was staring right into his very soul. He shook his head, relieved when the feeling disappeared, confirming that it was merely his imagination. Harry on the other hand, had a different line of thought. 'so, he can resist minor genjutsu that are not focused directly on him...I wonder how far his apparent immunity will extend.'
The clone however sensed that Harry was heading towards him at him and was very close. And almost immediately felt the tug that meant that he was the target of a kawarimi, a replacement jutsu. Seeing that he really had no other purpose, the clone dispelled himself, sending his memories into the head of his creator.
Harry staggered momentarily. The clone data had hit him right as he was finishing the jutsu and was now giving him a dull throb that from experience, he knew took half a minute to disappear, though it was only because the clone had been forced to do a lot of independent thought. It made the incoming information that much more important to assimilate and analyze, so the brain went a bit sluggish at that point. His new "friend" Takeda Suzuki however tensed ever so slightly. It was not unknown to have someone attack you when all the warning you had was something as minor as (what appeared to be) a headache or a simple tripping motion.
"Are you all right Mr Skywalker? You look a bit dazed?"
Harry smiled. "Its nothing. Just a mere headache, nothing to worry about. May I know where we shall be holding our minor conversation?"
Takeda nodded."I own an establishment in Knockturn, one that deals in eastern blades. Its more of a family relic than anything else these days"
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