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“ Eh? They are alike, really? ”
Leaning foward, Yato lexamined carefully at the coin without touching , it was truly really similar, even the details engraving on the little peice of metal resembled the looks of a 5 yen. Does that meant the blond was japanese as well?
“ I still don’t understand why do you — holy crap is that a kunai in your belt?! ”

The roaming God’s blue eyes started to sparkle with excitement, he was a ninja! No wonder why he didn’t knew about him - after all gods were born because human needs, and Yato appeared 500 years ago or so - could this person be from that era? Did he just accidentaly leaped on time? But the main question on his head was:
“C-can i touch it?! ”
Yato was born in the midle of the feudal times, so he got the chance to see samurais, but no ninjas. Back then he had to full fill blood thirsty desires at a really young age.. but still, he always wanted to meet the ancient warriors of Japan. This was an unique opportunity!
“ Even if this worths nothing on this time i would be really happy to have it as a souvenir, so .. i will accept your request ”
Extending his left hand, the male grinned
“ I will make sure your wish reach me loud and clear ”

「 ℕ」— The blond showed off his coin to the God, tilt of his head showing confusion from the name change. Surely it couldn’t have been the same, one coin coming from Naruto’s world, and the other from Yato’s, that seemed so different yet so alike. However he was soon otherwise distracted, pulling the kunai from it’s pouch and examining it. So many scratch marks, he really needed to stock up on newer supplies. Although the money was never present. Always spent on fickle things such as ramen. Nothing that’d actually aid him in a mission. 

            “Eh? Sure.” The blond answered, handing over the weapon. He held it with such ease, years of training seeing it as a mere tool when to others it was a deadly weapon; in the right hands of course. Naruto might not have had the best aim, but when it came to up close battles, he was sure to mark his opponent a few times. “Heh, ya can keep it then ‘ttebayo. It’s kinda old, so not of much use.” He admitted, awkwardly scratching at the back of his head. 

            Then came his wish, and for the longest time he fell into deep thought. He wanted to assure it was a wish he wouldn’t regret. There was so much he could have asked for; to bring Sasuke back, to help with the village reconstruction, but one stuck out more then the rest. “I wanna be your friend dattebayo!”