| [May. 29th, 2009|08:45 pm] |
Ibiki's own inner five-year-old swelled with pride. He grinned at Kiba and knelt down next to him. "Hmm, do you think I'm an alpha?" That was an interesting question. When he'd had to interview that Inuzuka woman and the cousin who had betrayed her, clan alpha and natural alphas and all the inner workings of the Inuzuka clan had come under Intel's scrutiny. Given how much respect the Inuzuka ceded to their alphas, it was flattering this kid thought he was one.
"I'm pretty strong, but I'm not as strong as Sandaime-sama," he went on. "Besides, I like being an ANBU." He touched his face, feeling the tracks that raked diagonally down, puckering the skin. "These scars were from claws, but not lion claws. Ninja claws. A weapon."
A sound drew his attention, some rustling in the undergrowth at the edge of their clearing. Time to go. Get this kid home.
"Want to go get dango with me?" A dead lion was certainly an exciting attraction, but Ibiki was pretty sure no kid could resist dango. "A good ninja doesn't stay around after an unexpected battle to be found with the corpses of his enemies, right?" he asked, paraphrasing one of the many rules he'd memorized in the code of conduct when he'd been at the academy.
Although it was possible this kid wasn't even in school yet. He could have learned to throw those punches from older siblings.
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