Fortunately, the group had been relatively understanding towards Hira's interruption. While they didn't fully understand his pretense, he didn't understand theirs either. It often took a great amount of time and consideration to evaluate the motives of Shinobi, as this was often their designated purpose. He trailed behind Kane with an uncertain mind, and certain footsteps. Where was this interaction going to take him in the world of his mind?
Kane had called him by a term of great respect, which almost stopped Hira in his tracks. It was an uncomfortable sensation, to hear the name that you had been given in your country only to lose it all. He felt respected once again by some one within his ranks. He felt what it felt to be home again, for even an instant. Kirigakure went with him everywhere he set foot.
Please, don't call me that.
His voice quivered momentarily, as he pulled his hood back over his head. He was still mourning his loss, almost as if he had lost a significant other. Perhaps others simply didn't possess the same sense of national identity that he did. He felt his stomach growl, interrupting his fit of fantasy. There was a real world, and a real body full of needs he had to satisfy before he could move forward with any greater ambitions.
For now, call me Irotsuya-san. Perhaps after a few sake you will have me in a different state of mind.
He walked forward again, without pause. Where in the world was he going to end up now?
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Kane had called him by a term of great respect, which almost stopped Hira in his tracks. It was an uncomfortable sensation, to hear the name that you had been given in your country only to lose it all. He felt respected once again by some one within his ranks. He felt what it felt to be home again, for even an instant. Kirigakure went with him everywhere he set foot.
Please, don't call me that.
His voice quivered momentarily, as he pulled his hood back over his head. He was still mourning his loss, almost as if he had lost a significant other. Perhaps others simply didn't possess the same sense of national identity that he did. He felt his stomach growl, interrupting his fit of fantasy. There was a real world, and a real body full of needs he had to satisfy before he could move forward with any greater ambitions.
For now, call me Irotsuya-san. Perhaps after a few sake you will have me in a different state of mind.
He walked forward again, without pause. Where in the world was he going to end up now?
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