What a strange name—it sounded more like a title, though one he was unfamiliar with. The blonde boy’s chin lifted slightly, a sign of silent acknowledgement and gratitude as the same courtesy was returned. There was no apology for startling the other, for it was not the Lykoi boy’s fault that he had been caught by surprise. Itachi’s approach rarely held words before he was close, and if he had managed to catch the other adult by surprise, then the flaw belonged to the man with one eye. Yes, only one eye shaded red, the second was hidden away by a black patch. What was the hidden eye’s story? But Itachi knew better than to ask without a cue.
Ah, yes, the lovely weapon. The younger male’s gaze travelled between the blade and its owner, struggling with fascination still. ”Are you a warrior?” the boy wondered, tilting his face slightly as he offered the question. To him the answer should be obvious, but he could not assume the other’s rank based on this sighting alone. He knew better than to take things for granted. One could get burnt for doing such things. Itachi had already stepped wrongly, and though it depended on the situation, consequence could not be avoided.
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