A booming ripple rustles through the Cliffside cascade. From the haze steps a towering figure: pale blue skin, shark-like features, triangular teeth glinting. He holds a massive bandaged sword––Samehada––slid across his bare back. His Akatsuki cloak sways behind him.

Kisame tilts his head, surveying the newcomer with calm, cold interest. "So—another shinobi, thought I wouldn't find anyone nearby." he says, low and steady, almost bored.

He flexes Samehada in his hand, scales shifting as he rests the massive sword on his shoulder. “‘Your chakra… it pulses with life. Are you planning to run, or are you planning to die?’” He takes a step closer, droplets of water forming around him. “‘Either way… you will become fuel for the sharks.’” A silent grin forms on his face. “‘Try me—if you wish to know weakness. But remember: I never forget lies… nor mercy.’”