It was a predatory gaze he knew better than to shy away from. But that smile was worse, revealing rows of very sharp teeth, proving his chosen moniker further than he'd hoped to look. He was blue. Not that this was his first time seeing it- it was a unique flavor to Kirigakure. Moreover, that smile was his, and the petulant part of him was vexed that Shark-Face wore it better.

I spent thirty years perfecting that smile. Guess he has a natural advantage though.

And now he had an actual name to go with the bloody grin and he knew it was his turn.

"Nagata Kin," he said without hesitation or flourish. He was of a mind to pick his nails if he didn't want to keep both eyes on this particular challenger. Most of him wanted out, knew that Shark-Face-- Kisame-- didn't believe him and was in no hurry to prove him right. But he didn't want to be caught hiding anything by refusing either. His back story was solid enough.

"Alright," he said, feeling fairly suicidal, but the crowd was restless and they'd spent too long posturing. And as he stepped closer, their difference in height made itself readily apparent.

Perfect knee-cappin' height. He'd take his axe out for that, but this was a spar- at least for now. Knives flicked between his fingers.

"Don' blame me if you get bored though."