Having his loyalty questioned twice in twelve hours was a game that wore a little thin--three times if you counted Tsume thinking he was an enemy ninja with a basement fetish. But trust was a hard thing to win back; he'd expected that.

Still didn't stop it being damn annoying, though.

"I spent two years being just a me before I ever joined another we," he said, fighting down the urge to bristle. "Managed to watch every back that put itself on the line for me, and there were a few. So if you're worried about your skin, don't be. I know where the line between 'teammate' and 'enemy' is, even if I don't much care about Leaf-nin and not."

Five years and several-dozen countries taught you a lot more about people than it did about borders.

Ginta's coin inscribed another silver arc into the air as he flicked it gently. Asuma watched it, then turned his gaze on the late morning crowd breaking around them, and changed the subject. "So queer and in ANBU, huh? Just how pissed are your family?"

Was an ass, Ginta'd said about his Granddad. So at least one of them had died of shock.