He'd be excused for thinking that the girl waiting by the checkpoint was an academy kid on a fieldtrip, standing only just past three foot and carrying a backpack larger than her own torso. The only discrepancy in the image was the wrapped weapon strapped to her back, the tip's bandaging scraped off from being dragged on the ground... and the deep groove trailing back along the road, from aforementioned swordpoint.
Still, the smile and eager bow he received were right back up there with the first comparison, so the image might be harder to shake.
"I'm Konayuki of the Itezora. Might you be Hoshigaki Kisame-san?"
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Still, the smile and eager bow he received were right back up there with the first comparison, so the image might be harder to shake.
"I'm Konayuki of the Itezora. Might you be Hoshigaki Kisame-san?"