Choosing A Nation: Dusk

Kristi would arrive at the office just like the other 2 villages. She was here to see what this one had to offer is she didn't like it she would move on if she didn't like any of the villages she would become a drifter.

The door to the office of Khrona would open up, and Khrona could be seen sitting at his desk, doing what seemed to be nothing. He looked slightly depressed.

"... I know what you want already. I know what everyone wants. But it's nice to hear it from your own mouth. Tell me why you are here."

"I'm here to see what this village has to offer me if I was to join. I also have questions. And my justification is clear and my opinions can not be changed by others". She said not even giving her name.

Khrona sneered "If you have questions, ask them, and I will answer, Kristi. And don't think I can't change your opinion of things..."

Because of Khrona's magnificent and unmatched psychic power, he already knew what she was going to ask... But again, it's nice to hear them from her own mouth.

Kristi's blade would begin to talk to her and as it did it told her of what Khrona was doing. Kristi as she was hated anyone who tried to control or manipulate people. She had never been fond of humans in the first place.

"What does this village have to offer me?" She would repeat.

Her blade would open a void in front of her. But this void was only visible to her blade and even kristi herself was unaware of it. This void was summoned to collectivly gather information about the area and send all data to a soul inside the blade for further use

"What is your goal as a leader?" She would ask

"I'm not a human anymore." Khrona would quickly say. He was constantly reading her thoughts continuously, and since Khrona couldn't keep his thoughts to himself anymore, he had to say everything he thought.

"But whatever. Your sword is doing something." Khrona would also say, though he didn't plan on saying it. Not like it mattered, anyway.

Khrona finally got to her questions, though he wasn't particularly fond of them, himself. "I hate these sorts of questions. But I guess it can't be helped. This Village, in short, has the most supernatural accessibility than all others. Soul Weapons, Anti-Akuma weapons, Final Fantasy Jobs, the works. As for me, my personal goal as a leader is to make everyone in tune with their bodies, minds and souls, for all 3 are the essence of functionality with one's own body."

Khrona paused, closing his eyes "A healthy mind resides in a healthy body, which harbors a healthy soul."

Now it was Khrona's turn to ask the questions. He already knew what the sword was doing, for his psychic abilities told him everything that was necessary. Khrona's soul wished to eat this girl and her sword whole, however... But those thoughts aren't becoming of a Kage.. Even if the Kage is all forms of insane.

Kristi would look at he blade. The blade which had a mind of is own and could not be controlled by kristi as she had not the power to yet. The sword would detect hostile thoughts from Khrona and retract everything it had been doing. The swords eyes would glow and a faint Erie hum would begin.

Kristi would ask one last question not knowing Khrona would be wanting to ask some

" nature? What is your opinion on it? Do you respect the forest do you care for the animals? Do you believe verifying in nature was meant to stay how it was before people came?" she would say

Khrona puffed out a cheek "I greatly prefer secluded places. Where the sun doesn't shine. Where no one may enter. Where everything is nothingness, and nothingness is everything. Nature that's all colorful and whatnot... I don't care for. Animals... They're alright if they're cute. If they attack me, I'll eat their souls, for I am the master of souls. I do RESPECT nature, though that doesn't mean I care for it."

As soon as the words "I don't care for animals" came out Kristi's mind had been made up. He didn't care for animals or nature so this village wasn't the one she wanted at all.

"You already know my decision" she said turning for the door