but what was he supposed to say? What's the first thing a man should say to a kid that he just met and magically found out he was related to? "Answer my question! And what’re you doing?! There are sick people here!"Ĭonrad would've liked to reply to the disrespectful tone accordingly, or just say anything. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Naruto said, getting up with a frown on his face. They looked like scars, but a closer inspection revealed that they weren’t scars, or tattoos or birthmarks or anything like that. He had never seen anything like the marks on the boy’s cheeks though. Conrad couldn’t help but wonder how much of his mother was in him, then he frowned as he felt Minato’s memories playing tricks on him once again. His skin was a a bit more tanned, and his face had a rounder shape. His hair was blond, but a slightly different shade. The kid wasn’t a copy of Minato, of course. Inoichi had lied to him, about Minato's family. While his nephew- his nephew-waited for an answer that the Nord wasn't sure how to formulate, he realized something. Conrad could feel his head spin, trying to register what he had just realized. The boy flinched before a defiant glint entered his eyes. "Naruto.?" he asked uncertainly, almost not realizing that he had spoken out loud. He felt his rage simmer down and fade, replaced with confusion as memories flooded right in front of him, echoes of a life that wasn't his own but sometimes surely felt like it was. The picture of helplessness sent something predatory stirring in his blood, but he ignored it, concentrating on the boy's eyes. It was then that his mind and soul ground to a complete and utter stop.Ī boy, a very young boy, not even in his teens, was laying on the ground, a look of fear in his eyes. Movement just on the corner of his sight caught his attention and he abruptly turned to face his new opponent. It was dangerous.Ī part of him knew that he was getting close to the edge but after what he had to put up with, he just didn't care. It was a sound coming from the deep bowels of his soul, and he felt his larynx tremble at the might of it. His fist shattered the guard’s stupid mask, and Conrad roared in satisfaction as the man fell on the ground, unconscious.
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