It didn’t really do the man justice to say he stuck out. Frame and coloring aside, he had a presence that should make anyone want to hide, freeze, or reach for a weapon. Even in a place like Konoha, he attracted some attention. Fugaku had not expected to run into foreigners today.
Fugaku would have kept walking, but he recognized one of them. The smaller of the two, less a man more a boy. In fact he’d seen that one not too long ago. Coincidence, something else? Something in between?
As prudent as not messing with whatever diplomatic soup Obito no doubt had stewing might be, just walking away when he’d vaguely met one of them might look suspicious. Or proof his eyes were as bad as Mikoto said they were. And it provided a decent opening for some casual conversation.
“Kashima-san, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” Perhaps not the most inviting welcome, but no one believed Fugaku when he tried to be welcoming.
In Konoha
Fugaku would have kept walking, but he recognized one of them. The smaller of the two, less a man more a boy. In fact he’d seen that one not too long ago. Coincidence, something else? Something in between?
As prudent as not messing with whatever diplomatic soup Obito no doubt had stewing might be, just walking away when he’d vaguely met one of them might look suspicious.
Or proof his eyes were as bad as Mikoto said they were.And it provided a decent opening for some casual conversation.“Kashima-san, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.” Perhaps not the most inviting welcome, but no one believed Fugaku when he tried to be welcoming.