"Mm. Every older shinobi was a smart, fresh shinobi once, yes. But they never declared they were better than their seniors." He sent her a smile that was somewhat lacking amusement. Circumstances pulled him back to the reason why he'd decided to teach her to counter the Sharingan in the first place, and he looked almost lost in thought at that moment.
Facing against one was going to be a rare circumstance indeed, but Shisui feared something else. His gaze casually flit about the room, picking up on the people around them, gauging what each one was doing. Keeping his eyes and ears open for anyone else doing the same about their conversation.
When he didn't detect an immediate threat, Shisui casually reached for his cup and brought it up to his lips to sip on the somewhat cooled bit of tea he had left in it. He didn't speak of what bothered him in front of her, though. It was always better to keep political affairs out while in the midst of a shop full of people.
Not that he was likely to share with her what it was when they left the place, either. This was probably conversation for Itachi. And later, perhaps, Obito.
He looked back to her and nodded. "The opposite. I'll tell you all about it another day." With that, he pushed his empty cup to the middle of the table and sat back, smiling despite faraway concerns, waiting for her to finish.
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"Mm. Every older shinobi was a smart, fresh shinobi once, yes. But they never declared they were better than their seniors." He sent her a smile that was somewhat lacking amusement. Circumstances pulled him back to the reason why he'd decided to teach her to counter the Sharingan in the first place, and he looked almost lost in thought at that moment.
Facing against one was going to be a rare circumstance indeed, but Shisui feared something else. His gaze casually flit about the room, picking up on the people around them, gauging what each one was doing. Keeping his eyes and ears open for anyone else doing the same about their conversation.
When he didn't detect an immediate threat, Shisui casually reached for his cup and brought it up to his lips to sip on the somewhat cooled bit of tea he had left in it. He didn't speak of what bothered him in front of her, though. It was always better to keep political affairs out while in the midst of a shop full of people.
Not that he was likely to share with her what it was when they left the place, either. This was probably conversation for Itachi. And later, perhaps, Obito.
He looked back to her and nodded. "The opposite. I'll tell you all about it another day." With that, he pushed his empty cup to the middle of the table and sat back, smiling despite faraway concerns, waiting for her to finish.