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Avalon Knight
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"Well as they say, 'whatever floats your boat'," Atsuki replied dismissively. If he was trying to incense him, she'd have to try better than that. After all, true or otherwise, he wasn't the kind of person to care for how much of a, well, person he had to be."Hmph. Normally I'd refuse," she spoke, her imitation of his voice now almost similar to the original. Cracking a wide grin, she dispelled the transformation, returning to her usual looks. "But you're kinda boring anyways."
And then the stuff that happened after this part chronologically happened.
"Hmm.... You seem to have misinterpreted my statement," Atsuki stated in a low-whisper, likely for the same reason their sensei was, "I was not questioning the efficacy of the affair with Nekojima as a teaching resource. It was certainly more exciting, if a bit more overly complicated, than any of the alternatives - fighting you, getting taught the theory and such. Wouldn't have changed it a bit, and for that I give you praise.""Now see here you little shit if you didn't fight that cat would you have learned anything from it? And use your brain there's no way even if they have jutsu that they'd be on a genin level. These guys must just be somewhat skilled dregs from some slum. If they prove more than that there's no way they can take me so don't piss your pants."
"It doesn't change the fact that our strength will be sufficient, so no need to worry your little head."
To emphasize his point, Atsuki patted the hand that was currently holding his head in place.
"He's right you know," Atsuki agreed with a nod, disheveling his hair further as a result of the hand firmly planted on his crown, "Now if you would kindly remove your hand from my head before it becomes odd, that would be grand.""You really are a foul mouthed man sensei." Mitsuhide said too the two of them