‘Do they? How strange for a monster to change its ways’
He chuckles, finding it humorous
‘But do not fret Kazekage. My partner would probably be upset if I attacked this village. He doesn’t let me loose often’
He softly grumbled, scratching at his neck
A slight lowering of gaze. The Kazekage was pondering.
❝ Those days belong to the past now. ❞
Now he only spilled blood if it was strictly necessary. Never for his own pleasure. Not anymore.
&&.
‘Indeed, but I think you’d enjoy the mists earlier days. I’ve heard you spilled plenty of blood with that sand of yours’
The shark grinned, bringing up the young man’s past as he sips the tea
‘It’s a real shame you were left to that puppet master and the blonde’
Handing the cup. With less ceremony than intended.
❝ Literally opposite weathers ... ❞
If anything, he doubted the rogue nin before his eyes would try to attack them. Right?
It sure must be a incomparable contrast in comparison to where you come from.
( Even so, pouring a cup for the other. Keeping his polite manners without stopping being alert. )