I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed

Hattori eyed the deer, noting that it was a bit on the smaller side, characteristic of the species that roamed the Bamboo Maze. He hadn't gone far then to catch his prey, probably for the best since he was quick to admit he was still on the mend. Hattori wasn't unreasonable though, saw his effort for what it was and was quick to nod, to accept the offering as it was.

"I have the time." He told him, unsurprised at Kunai's fluency, how their native tongue suited him so well, flowed like water with nothing to get in its way. And his words were true enough, there was nothing at paw the Kaicho needed to immediately handle.

Sitting down he used a claw to rip into the deer's flesh, blood dripped, and its scent filled the air, marking just how fresh of a kill it was.

"Your markings are familiar, what clan are you from?" He'd been told Kunai had resided in Iga, but it was unreasonable for even Hattori to remember all those who'd dwelled there. How some only spent a few weeks on the estate, before moving on like leaves on the wind. He sort of missed that, but not enough to reshape Tojo into something it wasn't.