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At dinner, Kiba was so distracted he only took one bite of his favorite steak before setting it down. He still hadn't recovered from the shock that "someone so pretty turned out to be a man," and kept sneaking traumatized glances at Haku, who was tied up in the corner.
Shikamaru also glanced at Haku from time to time, unconsciously stirring the food in his bowl with his chopsticks. The real world was vast; nothing was too strange.
Sasuke, however, was rattled by Kakashi's Sharingan. He pushed the tasteless rice around, his mind full of what might be hidden under Kakashi's mask. What connection does that man have with the Uchiha Clan?
"All right, Sasuke—come with me."
Kakashi caught Sasuke's distraction at a glance. Without another word, he stood and walked out. Sasuke pulled himself free of his jumbled thoughts and followed Kakashi's steps into the cold moonlit night.
Outside, a salty sea wind hit them, tugging at their clothes. A bright moon hung between sea and sky, spilling pale light over the porch. Kakashi didn't go far; he lounged against a wooden pillar. His low voice cut cleanly through the hush: "You want to ask about the Sharingan, right?"
Sasuke's body snapped taut. In the depths of his dark pupils, the two tomoe of his bloodline surfaced unbidden. He stared straight at Kakashi, every word ground through clenched teeth: "Why do you have our clan's eye?"
Half an hour later, footsteps sounded from the porch shadows. Kakashi stepped inside first, looking as lazily composed as ever, though something weightier now lingered behind his gaze. Behind him came Sasuke, eyes downcast; the earlier accusatory fire had been banked into a deep, stony silence. He was still digesting the tale of Obito Uchiha and the gift of the eye.
Asuma, who had been keeping watch, looked at Kakashi. Kakashi answered with a faint nod. Asuma's gaze then settled on the bound figure in the corner. Cold moonlight rendered Haku's profile almost translucent.
Asuma drew on his cigarette, his voice steady. "Tomorrow we try to take out Zabuza. Tonight we're wasting energy babysitting a dangerous prisoner—an unnecessary risk. Better to deal with him now and be done with it."
Kakashi's visible eye shifted, weighing the option. Asuma's suggestion was ruthless but efficient. Removing a powerful enemy who could wield Ice Release slashed their own exposure. Yet Kakashi's gaze slid toward his young subordinates. Forging their judgment under pressure was his duty.
"What do you say, Naruto?"
Called out suddenly, Naruto looked up from his thoughts. He thought of the tragic bond between Zabuza and Haku; the regret was genuine. But he crushed that softness instantly. Business is business!
Right now, Haku was the enemy—Zabuza's sharpest blade. If you go soft just because you know a sad story, you might as well quit being a Ninja and go home to grow sweet potatoes.
"I agree with Asuma-sensei," Naruto's voice was level. "Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to yourself. Leaving him alive plants a bomb beneath us. We shouldn't take extra risks for an enemy whose stance is crystal clear."
The verdict landed like ice. In the corner, Haku's shoulders gave an almost imperceptible tremor. Then he returned to that deathly stillness, eyes closed, accepting the end with dignity.
Sasuke watched Naruto, his expression complicated. Had this been years ago, he might have expected Naruto's kindness to lead to a plea for mercy. But he saw now that Naruto's warmth was reserved for friends; toward enemies, he was as cold as the sea.
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