Chakra 2

"My friends, you may be wondering why I brought you here, other than to simply enjoy a scrumptious meal. Well, I dare say, I hate you all." A few giggles resounded as she spoke, funneling once more a huge swell of chakra into that seal, filling it near fully to a respectable level with which she could engage in war. She popped a small curl of meat into her mouth as the new settled down over those gathered. You are, all of you, part of the disgrace brought to my father and my family. Each, in your own way, scorned his wealth and power in favor of your "proper breading" and the like. For this, I shall end you and topple your houses."

Though tired once more, she knew that she could take out this small gathering of low life scum who shamed her linage. The ruling class, the kings and queens, would fall to this new world order. Picking up one of the many steak knives sitting at each table place - now a number of knives which seemed overly conspicuous - she flung it down the end of the table towards the man at the opposite head. As she did this, she brought her wine glass down, smashing the thick crystal upon the lip of the table before drawing it sideways in a jagged line across the woman nearest her's neck. The panic ensued, but she had already long since locked the doors.

A pulse of magnetic chakra seized control from the metal items on the table, turning them against the patrons who held them. Their blood ran along the ground like the wine which now spilled upon Usagi's muted, cream and brown clothing. Ruined, she flung them off, realizing that she felt less exhausted than moments before, the carnage yet empowering her. They had, of course, been eating the flesh of humans the whole time, a mad act of cannibalistic rage to which only the singular remaining woman had been privy. She giggled slightly as he picked up what looked to be a steak, taking large bit of it and allowing her eyes to light up in joy as her body filled with even more power.

And now, she had such a plethora of food once more, though this set was not cooked or ready. She briefly felt sad at the lack of additional meat pies but moved on, stepping up onto the table to slowing waltz down the long path, kicking food and drink and bodies out of the way as she went. The man at the opposite end, one of the most central figures of her rage, was not dead, the knife she threw having only striking him deeply in the abdomen, though he would soon parish. It was his brain that she would feast upon and his alone.

And feast she did, rolling up the little gel of his thinking parts into odd rolls with rice, something akin to a sushi roll gone horribly awry. Memories flooded through her, as well as thoughts and scattered bits of information. Her chakra, now fully replenished after such a massive meal twice in one day, was no longer a bother. She now knew, for instance, who every royal head of house was, where they kept their money and how much, and the manner in which passports within Sunagakure went. She wondered, briefly, if anyone would notice the massive death of such huge portions of the heads of state, though considering that the kage had vanished she highly doubted it. Plus, what would they do to her anyway?