| [Jan. 26th, 2009|01:35 pm] |
You enjoy it, don't you, boy? he could hear Shida asking him, early in Ibiki's months as a rookie. You have to use that enjoyment. That's what's going to make you one of the great interrogators of your generation, boy.
And he remembered the visceral pleasure Natsumi had gotten from perfectly targeted kills at thirty meters. Shots that had pierced eye-slits in full armour. Shots that had plucked the runner with the message out of a sea of decoys. And the way she'd been sick with herself afterwards, for having taken delight in her hands-off assassinations.
"I'm good at it, yes," he said simply. "And I'm doing work of vital importance to Konoha's safety and security. I'm here because here is where my talents lie. Just like you can shoot a baby out of its mother's arms without ever being seen. If that baby has to die to keep Konoha's population safe, you don't hesitate. You do the best job you can, and you take pleasure in having done so."
It was more of an answer than she'd expected. More than she'd wanted. He could see it in her eyes.
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