| [Mar. 12th, 2009|11:29 pm] |
It was funny how people always said 'no offence' right before they offended you. Asuma slid a sideways look at his short, talkative companion, and cracked his jaw thoughtfully.
"Ordinarily, I'd agree with you," he said. "But I don't call your granddad an ass, so how about you not call mine an idiot? He had his reasons." None of which Asuma could see eye to eye with, but there was a difference between disliking your own family and standing for someone else bad mouthing them. And despite what the Sandaime could forgive, Asuma stuck to his own brand of loyalty.
He caught the coin above Ginta's head as it flicked up again, snatching it neatly out of the air with two fingers. Warmth from the sun and Ginta's pocket bled into his skin. He tossed it back.
"Strikes me that any ninja village could've benefited from the Fox hitting Konoha," he added. "You were the strongest before it happened and unless I'm wrong, you're still rebuilding. Someone else had to pick up the client slack in the meantime." He hooked his hands into his pockets, bracelets sliding down to catch at his wrists. "That or the other four just got really, really lucky." |
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