...wait, that rhymed!
Anyways..
"Yes, sir."
"And you both are close friends?"
"If it wouldn't be considered presumptuous of me, yes. We are."
"Did he tell you of his plans?"
"He may or may not have, sir."
I had known that some idiot will blab about Kiba being my friend and now here I was in T&I.
At the least, it wasn't like the first time I was here.
Many important figures in the village were at each other's throats because of this one little thing.
They wouldn't have bothered much if Hinata had run away, being the sexist community they are, but the fact that Kiba had left without saying a word rankled their Shinobi-Sense. They immediately called me in for what passes for a tea-party here.
"Please be serious, Uzumaki-san. I assure you, protecting your friend will not be beneficial to you."
"Protecting?" I asked. 'Friend?' My mind inquired.
"Yes. As you know, Kiba Inuzuka has been charged with treason, desertion and.....other...crimes. Should you fail to provide us with information, we might have to add you in with this list. You do know the punishment for these crimes, yes?"
I am impressed with the way he speaks monotonously as if he couldn't care less. Like a broken toy.
And they didn't even try to peer into my mind! Not that they could in the first place, but it is the thought that counts. Ah! The privileges of being one of the last members of a clan.
"I do, sir. But I fail to see why that would happen. Kiba may or may not have said something about it. I usually ignore his ramblings as they are a mite detrimental to my efforts towards attaining a higher position within the class hierarchy to get better and grow stronger. What Kiba says or does is the least of my concerns. His company is more or less what I seek because of the appeal there is to friendship, fraternity and all that in this village. In my honest and humble opinion, Kiba could dance the Macarena on top of the Hokage Monument naked with a bunch of bikini-clad kunoichi cheering him on and we'd still get on like bangers and mash!"
"Macarena? Bangers and mash?"
"Oh! You're a normie aren't ya? Don't matter to daddy."
'The heck is he saying?' thought the interrogator.
"So I'll be leaving now. If you don't mind."
And I left a poor little confused torture-expert on my way out.
Retards.
Meanwhile...
"Does it?"
"It does! The only reason we have for not applying the seals and testing them is to make sure that the radius does not extend to our base as well."
"And the thing I asked for?"
"We have operatives searching far and wide. We haven't found this...material you have asked for. But I have no doubt that it is only a matter of time. We do have the other things..."
"Do not disappoint me. I have sunk too much into it and I EXPECT results. Should there be any more hurdles, know that there will be....consequences."
"I-I d-d-do! Just, some time..."
"Hmph!"
And far away in the Land of Claw....
A bandit leader and his crew of missing-nin and other undesirables were found slaughtered in a very ghastly way.
Rocks covered in the blood and bile of the victims, heads on the ground, with eyes glassy and wide open, tongues lolling out.
Guts strewn all over the place and weapons broken and shattered.
Limbs scattered across the base as a man sat on a small stone cleaning his sword.
"You never should have come here."
The other man before him shivered before he held himself upright.
"Go back to where you came from, monster!"
"I would...but I can't. There is no challenge left for me over there."