| [May. 15th, 2009|01:43 am] |
Hiro nodded thoughtfully. "I'm a jounin too, a little over a year ago. But ANBU, that's the real distinction, isn't it? I hear even the chuunin missions are head-trips."
Turning slightly, Hiro observed the beginnings of a minor pile-up as people on the crowded street slowed down to gape at Ginta's juggling antics. Three quick flicks of the wrist, and he snatched the flying objects out of the air and set them back in their rightful locations. "I think the real difference between Intel and Hunters is that you all can't go two minutes without causing a scene," Hiro observed wryly.
The proprietor of the stand, a graying older man, looked much relieved at the return to order. His barely-teenage son, however, looked vastly disappointed; Hiro gave him a brief apologetic shrug and a smile. "Miso ramen for me, please, and tea?" he asked politely, trying to make up for the disturbance. |
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