--Orochi--

What Sachio had done immediately after witnessing the murder before the memory had seeped out of his memory was report to the Council. He knew it'd be wild and a long shot, but perhaps he could be heard out and believed, he doubted it, but at the least he could request the presence of another shinobi to report to the scene of the crime to prove that what Sachio would tell them was true. He moved fast as his body would allow him, but still safely very well invested in his surroundings to avoid hitting things, missing a step, or noticing approaching people. At his full speed he moved twenty-two meters a second, so he'd make it to the council in minimal time.

ooc: Added in that there are seven so I don't get confused later on in the topic.

Each council consists of 7 members, with each having mastered a skill. This also means together they have mastered the entire range of skills, from ninjutsu to puppetry to medical ninjutsu, ect. Just clearing that up.
Also... Revealing to the council of Volt and the genin's actions won't be one of those easy player controlled situations. Try to play it out logically, with a logical response from the council. Remember, it's the word of a chunin (I think) vs the word of one of the top shinobi, a jounin, and then just a normal genin.

Sachio was washed over with a wave of relief as he was permitted entrance to have the Council of Sunagakure as his audience. Such a thing was a humbling occurrence, even for Sachio who was quite arrogant. Meekly, ever aware of who his audience was he stepped inside the large room and stood a few feet away from the large table, but positioned so he could be facing and speaking to majority of the Council so they wouldn't have to turn their heads. Clearing his throat before speaking, he began to share the occurrence he witnessed earlier today. "Perhaps but a half hour ago, a Ramen Chef by the name of Hasao Sanada was slain." He paused for but a second looking over the aged faces of the Council. Time had truly taken its toll on them, the lighting in the room didn't help either, casting shadows over their features so nearly each crease in their face was evident and exaggerated to the point of seeming like a canyon sculpted into their visage.

"The murderer being a demented boy, a Genin, by the name of Satsujin Zerozaki." Sachio had been a Genin just up till a few days ago and he had remembered the boy vaguely, also having worked in the Administration Office for some time helped him get a few names of random Shinobi down. "In my eyes, perhaps not yours, murder is only balanced with murder of the criminal, given his reason for killing the man wasn't provoked or called for. Beyond that however, a Jounin, a Medical Shinobi at that, by the name of Voltaire Hayashi was present during the murder. Given I was also present during the occurrence only arriving moments after Voltaire, I would have acted if I wasn't assuming that this Jounin would act with the well being of village in mind. But he didn't. He utterly failed to and beyond that he even offered to become Satsujin's sensei." Sachio was naturally becoming a bit riled up during his speaking though only because he honestly wanted to be the one to dish out the justice the Council felt was needed.

"I'm not asking for this man to be killed from my story alone, but simply to have him and this Genin brought before the Council, whether they want to or not, and have them confess to their crimes or attempt to lie out of them. Along with requesting to be the one to bring them here and see out this trail, that is all that I ask. Thank you." He gave a slight bow and stepped back to take a seat near another who was in the room. He was familiar to Sachio, his red hair making him not a face easily forgotten in this village full of people who wore turbans and things that concealed their face. "You're one of the Uzumaki Twins right?"

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Sachio had moved closer to the man as he was beckoned to do so and allowed the hand to rest on him to do what he had needed. No extra movement on Sachio's behalf, the Chunin himself actually a bit scared with having a member of the Council touching him in such a way. Regardless, he was unharmed in the process and was understood by the man who reaccounted the scene and even had his claim defended by him. Such a grand feeling especially since he was being hounded rather savagely by one of the other Council Members. With his story said to be true, the weight of convincing the elders was off his shoulders and now they moved onto the task at hand which was apprehending the two ninja. Sachio liked the pace at which they moved at and was happy to be sent as part of the apprehension team. Along with him was one of the Uzumaki Twins, Ume, and a Council Member who would be supervising the task and healing those hurt during the act of arrest may they be the Voltaire, Satsujin, Sachio, Ume, or anyone it seemed. Sachio had no objections and was glad that he'd have a chance to prove himself to the Council with a directly assigned S-Rank with his name on it. "Thank you! I won't fail." He'd say with another light bow before making his leave. What he needed to do now was suit up for the mission, having purchased a rather peculiar item days ago and loaded it with seals and weapons, he only needed to equip this array of what looked like bandages and he'd be ready.

[Exit]

Both he and his clone had arrived at the Administrative Building in optimal time and in one peace having encountered no issues on the way back. Their packages were still secure upon their backs, but now in the cool establishment that housed the Council, Sachio and his clone would work feel a bit more at ease. They were almost done and soon enough this whole feeling of anxiety would be permitted to begin to fade away. Walking to the woman he spoke to earlier today to request an audience with the Council, she hadn't even needed him to speak before telling him that the Council members were ready for him at this moment. Apparently Itagaki had moved ahead of the duo, soon to be trio, and reported in. With or without Ume, Sachio would proceed into the meeting room. Walking inside the place had the same effect on him the second time as it had he first. He could feel the power behind the eyes that were in the room, the power of those at the table. Old they were, but they were many leagues beyond Sachio and that was something he could respect. "I've returned with both Voltaire and Satsujin." He and his clone would work the packages they were transporting off their backs to lay them on the floor after having moved back to the spot he was at earlier when speaking to them. This spot gave him the best conventional and appropriate view of the elders.

Voltaire Hayashi growled a little from the pain of the kunai digging across the face that he had once been so proud of and screamed in agony when his eye was dug out of his face, but he smiled a little when it was over, breathing so hard and sweating so much that one who saw only his right profile may have believed he had just ran a marathon instead of taking a punishment for his actions, but he could not help but to smile and nod. He knew that he was going to survive, and he also knew that there was no point in hiding his emotions from the council. He was on some level greatful to them, not so much Bushido, as he would now be mentally connected to the fiercest pain he had felt in his entire life, but the rest of them he had no quarrel with even on the sub conscious level. He found Saicho to be a little bit irritating, but had no plans to retaliate against him, and still could not help but to find himself enjoying Ume. This little red haired punk was bold, but still calm and collected, he was a breath of fresh air with a lot of potential as a shinobi. But one ninja in that room was about to reach the true end of his potential. Satsujin was going to die, and one black eye would accompany his now lone blue one. "Thank you for your mercy, now am I dismissed?"