"You talk about killing too much."
He was frowning; he used to think about killing, but he moved past that. Nowadays.. he doesn't like killing unless it's necessary.
" No. Saigetsu has, or had it. The weapon for me makes no difference. Its only a tool for anothers demise. "
He says taking notice, but even so, he made the other draw blood, from the tiniest prick.
" My father, as famous as he was, was weak. I care for only one thing. "
He shakes the other's hands firmly, squeezing down just a bit harder than usual,
"Fair enough." He pulled his hand away before asking, "Do you have your father's sword? Last I heard, a cousin of mine had it."
The red-eyed Momochi extends his hand; to engage the others socialable act.
" As I will not pry, me needing to know information is on a case by case. "
"Don't want to pry. It's none of my business."
He shrugged his shoulders and approached the other, stopping about a foot away.. and then extended a hand for a shake. He felt comfortable enough for that..
" Not much of a father, but, if I had to classify that way; I suppose. Never knew him. "
He says shifting a little bit.
" Anything else you want to know? "
"Hm..."
His words reminded him of what he had gone through earlier in life, but that wasn't within Kirigakure.. it was somewhere else. He wouldn't think about it amymore.
"Yes, he is.. was he your father, or...?" He was genuinely curious.
" None surpassed me, I made sure of that. Some didn't make it due to me using bare hands. "
He says nonchalantly, as to not boast but present a fact.
" Seems my namesake is...well known. "
"I did well enough." He nodded his head, "So did you, I assume. You seem capable enough.. I can tell."
Taigetsu gave him a quick once over before smirking slightly, "Momochi.. I've heard that name before, though."
Who wouldn't recognize that clan name?
He turned completely around to face the real shinobi.. he crossed his arms as well, mimicking the other's movements,
"Good lesson. I am mostly self taught, so.. mistakes are bound to happen." it wasn't the whole truth but it was most of it, "Who are you, anyway?"
" I never turn my back.. that is first lesson I learned before I could even walk. "
He says before leaning against the nearest wall, arms crossed as if he were guarding himself.
He looked over his shoulder at the real mist ninja with an amused expression, and then back to the fake;
"You got me, then. Oh well." He shrugged his shoulders.
Lazarus turns and points in the direction behind the other. Where the real mist ninja was standing.
" Thought you were more observant than that. Seems your eyes do not see through the bloody mist. "
"...let's keep it that way."
He replied in similar tones.. though his hand away hovering a bit close to the hilt of his sword.. no in an aggressive manner, but as a warning to the other.