[The ninja nods in return and, obediently, starts limping in the direction of the house.
The people that knew his name, the birds that knew his face, the clothing that didn't quite fit him but could. It's uncomfortable. He's supposed to die, not exist long enough to leave an impression here.
There's so much to worry about that he can't even be bothered by the sudden existence of the Sharingan in Law's eyes because it doesn't make any less sense than anything else.]
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The people that knew his name, the birds that knew his face, the clothing that didn't quite fit him but could. It's uncomfortable. He's supposed to die, not exist long enough to leave an impression here.
There's so much to worry about that he can't even be bothered by the sudden existence of the Sharingan in Law's eyes because it doesn't make any less sense than anything else.]