[ As soon as Ephemera begins to speak with his hands, Kisame abruptly tenses. His weight shifts forward minutely as though preparing to lunge or dodge, and he keeps his eyes locked on Ephemera's hands. It's a trained reaction rather than a logical one. Kisame knows that chakra can't be molded here, nor does he feel any from Ephemera. Still, he can't help interpreting the movements as potential attacks first and foremost.
None of the signs look like the hand seals Kisame knows, and his neural implant translates them into words. Even so, it takes a second for Kisame to respond. ]
… That's interesting.
[ He deliberately coaxes his tensed muscles to relax, then looks up at Ephemera with an apologetic smile. ]
I'm sorry, I thought you were … doing something else.
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None of the signs look like the hand seals Kisame knows, and his neural implant translates them into words. Even so, it takes a second for Kisame to respond. ]
… That's interesting.
[ He deliberately coaxes his tensed muscles to relax, then looks up at Ephemera with an apologetic smile. ]
I'm sorry, I thought you were … doing something else.