"They think you a fool," Itachi murmurs, listening to the soft, rustling
voices that dance overhead. Yes, the trees do whisper -- and now he can
understand them, now he can hear those voices clearly as they gossip among
themselves, slow languorous unhurried voices. Why should they rush? And
why should he, who is just now coming to realize his own kinship with these
great, long-lived bastions of the earth?
Even a few short weeks ago, this bizarre way of speaking would have sorely
tested his patience, would have demanded sharp action. But he can draw on
the nature of the trees for himself now, and wait as patiently as
they.
"Why did you come here?" he asks, sharpening his gaze. He still can't see
much, but this trespasser doesn't need to know that -- the appearance of an
intense stare will do much. "What brought you to this forest?"
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"They think you a fool," Itachi murmurs, listening to the soft, rustling voices that dance overhead. Yes, the trees do whisper -- and now he can understand them, now he can hear those voices clearly as they gossip among themselves, slow languorous unhurried voices. Why should they rush? And why should he, who is just now coming to realize his own kinship with these great, long-lived bastions of the earth?
Even a few short weeks ago, this bizarre way of speaking would have sorely tested his patience, would have demanded sharp action. But he can draw on the nature of the trees for himself now, and wait as patiently as they.
"Why did you come here?" he asks, sharpening his gaze. He still can't see much, but this trespasser doesn't need to know that -- the appearance of an intense stare will do much. "What brought you to this forest?"