"… That was mean."
"Mean but true."
"You’re jealous because I am really handsome and funny!"
"Which explains why you’re single and no one laughs at your jokes."
"I think you’re an old, sad man!"
"Both are likely correct. Yet the question remains; is there an issue with that?"
"What are you talking about?!"
"Fake mustache, terribly singing voice… I think you’re still immature."
"I’m not a moron. I’m a manly man!"
"I don’t even think your balls have dropped yet."
"That was mean!"
"Then stop being a moron."
"I mustache you a question, sir!”
Punches Naruto lightly in the back of the head. Again.
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"Mmm." That explained the armor; this strange man was a jinchuuriki, intimidation hewn in height and construction, a world apart from Konoha’s own obnoxious celebrity. Fear instilled a cruelty that spread a damper over even the immobile Will of Fire.
Not that Raidou was allowed to pass judgment; had he been in the situation, would he act any differently? ”Hatred like that… difficult to erase.”
"Impossible to erase. Were I allowed to make my own decisions, I would likely kill every living thing in my village." Considering how he said that as casually as one might remark on the weather, clearly Han had no qualms about hiding his intentions. "You walk as though you are like me, burned across your body and scarred like an abomination. You are neither a monster nor abomination as I am; you have no cause to act like you are. Your scar shows that you were valiant; you have no cause to feel shame."
"Accident." Raidou wasn’t about to put his darkest secrets on display for all the world to ridicule, but he’d seen the evidence - this giant of a man understood his bitterness. "Tried to save someone. Fucked up."
It wasn’t just someone, and he hadn’t simply fucked up, but it was more of a confessing explanation than he’d provided to most. Better out than in, or whatever shit the therapists tried to feed him.
"There are worse ways to get scars. You tried; your scar is proof that you risked life and limb to attempt to save someone. Failure or not, that is farther than most would go for another human being." Han looked down at the individual, still curious. "The burns on my head are all over my body; it comes when your village attempts to burn you alive in your own makeshift hut. Your scar reminds you of the one who died, mine reminds me only of my hatred. With yours, there is good as well as bad; there is only rage and hate and pain on my body. I take it though, that unless this individual was a spiteful human being, that they would prefer that you did not walk around as though you looked like me."
"Roshi. I have always thought that they would one day make us fight to the death to see which was better, and plant the beast of the loser in someone new."
"Your body can’t resist mine either, ya fool. Don’t know if you remember, but I beat all six of ya at the same time, in full Tailed Beast Mode. Course Naruto helped with the powers I bestowed."
"No. You bested my body as a puppet controlled by the Uchiha. He had none of my skills, nor my power, and were it simply between us I would best you. A false body is not the same as flesh and blood, nor is a puppet as skilled as the original article. That should have been obvious, seeing as our group also had the fourth Mizukage. Surely you are not so dense as to believe that any of us were at our best?"
Considering the only visible skin is the area between his eyes, he simply punches a hole in her and leave her corpse for the birds. The nerve of some people trying to just lick him.