Setsuo saw the tag go off. Time to go finally. "Well. Let's go meet the tour guide." He stood and set his swords on his back, holding them there with a slight flow of chakra. It was easy. He'd been practicing this for years after all. The swords were special. He'd gotten them from his father. They'd been in the family since their forging by the same man who'd made the swords of the seven. Blood & Honor. They were his most prized possessions. He dashed off, faster than most lightning. He activated his friction charge jutsu as he moved, absorbing chakra from the wind resistance of his movements. He figured a display would be required for him. After all. Nobody wanted aid from an incompetent shinobi.