[ Byakuran pauses and tilts his head, studies him and sizes him up for himself. He's taller than they said he was, and for some reason, there's something about the older man that's oddly different. A power, he thinks, a strength that the teen recognizes almost on instinct.
He'd always been wearing that mask, hadn't he? Byakuran remembers trying to tug on it once before, a long, long time ago, almost buried in forgotten memories. He starts closer, then, cautiously, still somewhat unsure of the reception that he will get.
After all, it will be troublesome if Kakashi decides to attack him, too. But he smiles, faintly. ]
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He'd always been wearing that mask, hadn't he? Byakuran remembers trying to tug on it once before, a long, long time ago, almost buried in forgotten memories. He starts closer, then, cautiously, still somewhat unsure of the reception that he will get.
After all, it will be troublesome if Kakashi decides to attack him, too. But he smiles, faintly. ]
So you remember me, after all.