...He wasn't usually late, you know.

And, well, yes, grass was pretty simple and all that and he agreed about the whole destruction being a fundamental part of shinobi life, but-- That had been some really pretty grass. He'd rolled around in it just the other day watching the fireflies around him, and now it was a hurriedly patched up piece of uprooted grassland...

"No, but still--" Have a smile. "Ready?" His eyes flashed crimson. "Did you want the sharingan on or off this time?"