His tone didn't fool Zhao. He'd known the other man too long, been his friend for too long. Torao never spoke that lightly of anything; he had too much passion to even speak of something that disinterested him.
"An Agni Kai," Zhao agreed, glancing down at where the boys circled each other in the stone courtyard. Their shirts were off, their boots cast aside, their fists alight with fire.
They both smiled.
"I hope they have fun," Torao lied with that light tone again.
Crazuko/Ichiro
His tone didn't fool Zhao. He'd known the other man too long, been his friend for too long. Torao never spoke that lightly of anything; he had too much passion to even speak of something that disinterested him.
"An Agni Kai," Zhao agreed, glancing down at where the boys circled each other in the stone courtyard. Their shirts were off, their boots cast aside, their fists alight with fire.
They both smiled.
"I hope they have fun," Torao lied with that light tone again.