[Itachi doesn't see why so many worry about the snow. His cloak is more than enough to keep him from getting frostbite, his feet aren't frozen despite his sandals, and the chill keeps him alert.
But it is too white for his tastes.
He recognizes Naoya as the man he had spoken to over the network the previous day. The one who asked about death. Itachi looks up briefly, the bells on his wide straw hat chiming.]