The first was the more interesting option, second only perhaps to the option where they both explored the village together and pretended not to recognize each other. Unfortunately, as daimyo, he didn't have the luxury to shirk his responsibilities, no matter how he might like to.
He responded in kind to the shinobi, giving a nod which was appropriate for a man of his position, but held what mutual respect he could for a shinobi. He would have liked to be friendlier and treat the man as an equal, but while he was an envoy of Kirigakure, Hotohori was daimyo rather than shinobi. Such was life.
He noted the position of the man as he walked. It was...a curious choice. There was no threat to be found in the Land of Noodles (save for the occasional time that there was), and a man from the Land of Water had no responsibility to protect one from the Land of Noodles even if there were. Was it a sign of respect, perhaps? Most other Kiri nin he'd dealt with hadn't defaulted to that respective position, so it was very unlikely to simply be usual procedure of the land.
Rather than dwell on it in silence or address it, he simply opened up another path of conversation. "Am I correct in believing you come from the Hoshigaki clan?" He'd done research on so many clans that there were many he'd forgotten, but a distinctive one so close to home was easy to remember. Discussion of clans was a compromise of official and casual conversation appropriate of the walk they were on.
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He responded in kind to the shinobi, giving a nod which was appropriate for a man of his position, but held what mutual respect he could for a shinobi. He would have liked to be friendlier and treat the man as an equal, but while he was an envoy of Kirigakure, Hotohori was daimyo rather than shinobi. Such was life.
He noted the position of the man as he walked. It was...a curious choice. There was no threat to be found in the Land of Noodles (save for the occasional time that there was), and a man from the Land of Water had no responsibility to protect one from the Land of Noodles even if there were. Was it a sign of respect, perhaps? Most other Kiri nin he'd dealt with hadn't defaulted to that respective position, so it was very unlikely to simply be usual procedure of the land.
Rather than dwell on it in silence or address it, he simply opened up another path of conversation. "Am I correct in believing you come from the Hoshigaki clan?" He'd done research on so many clans that there were many he'd forgotten, but a distinctive one so close to home was easy to remember. Discussion of clans was a compromise of official and casual conversation appropriate of the walk they were on.