"Comrades, eh? What a luxurious life you live in Konoha." Though he was laughing, there was a touch of some emotion, like the undertow in the waves crashing ashore, in it. Jealousy, perhaps. Longing? Something at least, for the attentive to pick up on.

Still smiling, Kisame slipped into something a little more serious. Technically, revealing his real name would go against the mission, but as ever, the lie left a bitter taste in his mouth. But he could compromise, because it had been no use pretending he wasn't a Hoshigaki.

"But you should recognize Hoshigaki I'd think; even those from Konoha do."