Mitsu’s nose would wrinkle briefly at the smell of charred tobacco as Argent snuffed his cigar. The whole situation was somewhat surreal, here she was, tiny Mitsukira on a floating city talking to a member of a infamous mafia family trying to get them to fight for her husband’s country. It was not so terribly long ago that her greatest worry was finding water in the desert while she went on her ‘team building exercises’. Taking her teacup back in her hands she would sip the liquid quietly as she listened to him. He wasn’t wrong, she’d been told the same thing by people just as cynical as him. She wasn’t naive, she just wanted so badly to believe in the inherent good of people that she chose to believe in it. She knew the Kaifeng were about as far away as inherently good as people could get. But it wasn’t in her to abandon her true values. His words about them doing terrible things she felt were probably just meant to scare her, it was more or less common knowledge that criminals did terrible things, and not something that she saw as irredeemable. And he did have a point, power was hard to turn down for most, but she did catch the slip. ‘So there is someone else here negotiating.’ The ‘enemy’ she assumed to be none other than the Land of Fire and they had offered him rulership of the Land of Earth from the sounds of it. Her eyes would narrow as he got in a final jab. Mitsu was kind and sweet and a genuinely good person. What she wasn’t was a fool. She could almost see the greed in his eyes as he spoke of a crown, and she wondered if perhaps he too was blinded by a need for power just as Konoha was.
“You would not be the first person to ever call me naive. And I’m sure you won’t be the last. If your intention is to get under my skin, you’ll find the task quite arduous.” She offered a sincere smile as proof that she was difficult to rile up. She would sigh and place her cup down again, it was clear that this was not going well. A man without a conscience was difficult to reason with, all his talk of being a survivor made her doubt herself. ‘But you don’t have to turn hard just to survive. There are other ways. What do I do?’ She couldn’t see a good way around this problem. He wanted something tangible, something real. A pardon was real, it would allow them to gain title, status. If he wanted a crown he could have one, he’d just have to choose it. “Argent, what I am offering you is a full pardon. When I leave here it will never be offered again. Think of what you could do with that, what your whole family could do. I don’t care what terrible things you may or may not have done. The past can remain where it is, the choice is yours.”
There was an edge to her voice as she spoke, she wasn’t angry, but she was the closest she’d probably ever been. She knew that without their help, or worse with them helping their enemies, that it may not end well for Iwagakure. Most likely wouldn’t. What she couldn’t understand, and the cause of her rising irritation, was why this man couldn’t see why his choice mattered so much. This wasn’t nothing she was offering, this wasn’t a ‘pretty please’. This was life, more than it. A good life, full of safety and prestige, everything a person could want. ‘Don’t make me say it out loud. Please.’ The alternative was the message in her belt, or the simpler one she had heard from Masaru before she left. “Tell them to join us, or die.” She didn’t want that, she knew he’d kill them all ‘savagely’, just as he’d done to the criminals from the Leaf Village that had dared threaten his daughter.
Thinking of that time brought a question to her mind. There had already been dealing between Iwa and Konoha before, and they’d gone distinctly in Iwa’s favour. With a thoughtful look on her face Mitsu would flex her fingers, enjoying the warmth in them from holding the teacup. It was the last bit of warmth she would feel as she set her jaw and delivered the words she had silently pleaded with the Universe to not make her say.
"I was not sent here to ensure you were on our side for our sake, but for yours. My husband has great plans for this nation, and you’ve already pointed out how ‘savagely’ he treats his enemies. We do not offer you anything because you have done nothing for us, we do not pay for mercenaries and we certainly do not lie like the leaf. Do you honestly believe they would hold true to their words to you? As much of an idealist as I am, even I would not be so gullible.
My husband does not pay for people to fight for him, but he rewards those who fight with honor and integrity. He is an Earth country native just as you are, and his family holds just as many ties to this land as yours. The only difference is he doesn't ask for payment for his services because he believes it is his duty as a child of the Earth. He rewards those that serve beside him and he will eradicate those that threaten the peace of this land.” She would pause as she felt the passion in her words rise. “What little I know of Konohagakure is that it is fickle. Its leadership is always in flux, the country torn by internal conflict. You may have the word of the current Kage, but what of the next? And when will that be, tomorrow, the next day? If you value power, prestige, wealth. Then I’m sure you also value stability, and with us you will have that.”