Blood and guts had stopped bothering Sasuke a long time ago -- what irritated him about it, now, was inadequate cleanup. He'd clearly spent too much time in hospital being berated by short-tempered med-nin in his formative years, but the sight of this person not only wearing most of his opponents on his clothing but carelessly leaving them strewn over the ground with no hint of respect made Sasuke's eyes narrow further.

"I am," he said, not bothering to dignify to response with anything clearer. His Konoha forehead protector was tucked away at the moment, perhaps for the best: he didn't miss the glint of sharpened teeth. Kiri-nin, of course.

There was something to be said about the reputation of the Bloody Mist mostly dissolving into a bloody mess over the years, most of which didn't bear repeating to an actual Kiri-nin. He gestured to the bodies strewn around them instead, frowning. "Are you planning to do anything about this?"