The call from behind him was audible as he was chased by the other chunin. Well, this was going to be interesting, looked like the little kid wanted to get into a fight.. Well, if that was what he wanted, who was he to say no? But not here, not now, and certainly not where everyone could see them. A fight in the middle of the street, they'd end up destroying public property, hurting innocents. Not that he cared one way or another about hurting innocents, it was more that they would just be playing into the bigoted hands of those who discriminated against them just because of their clans. The little man in his head had somehow gotten a megaphone and was now shouting "come on, come all, come see the prejudice party! You want something to confirm your close-minded, bigoted views? Then have we got the show for you! Come watch the show, in the high street today!" Whilst that was not helping, he had to admit that he had a point. Of course he did, it was his own point. So, turning to face his chaser, he began to speak, trying to be as diplomatic as he could. The inflection of his voice changed from anger to steely determination. There was still no kindness behind it, his fake happiness and kindness could go to hell, it had been shown who he really was, and there was no point in hiding behind a transparent mask.
"You really won't give up, will you brat?" he asked, something akin to a sigh escaping his lips as he spoke, not really wanting to have this fight, but if it was his only option, then that was what he would do. It was to protect his clan. to stop them from starving, and maybe he could get something from it.
"You really want to fight me? Then I'll concede, and I'll give you your fight. But not here, not now. You think you're hated now? Wait until you destroy this part of the city in a fight. If you really want to fight me, then meet me in the arena tonight when the sky is poisoned by the first hints of orange. If you want to fight me, then do it then, where everyone will assume we're doing it for their entertainment rather than to settle on who's right and wrong. Hide our conflict behind the mask of an honorable duel, though neither of us are honorable. If you win, I'll give back the wallet and hand myself in as a thief. But, if I win? You become mine, to do with as I wish." his hand rose, pointing directly at his new enemy's face.
"To use and to throw away when I'm finished with you. You want to bring me to justice, but that's because of your skewed view on the world. I will show you the true horror of the world, through the eyes of those who are forced to live through it. I will bring the truth of the world down on your shoulders, whether you like it or not." Then, without letting him reply, he turned on a dime and left, slowly fading into the abyss that was the distant streets of the village.
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