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_{≺ ϟ 全能≻ ——-   Certainly, the reference was off putting, but seemingly Laxus could find an end on this. Otherwise, he will end up demonstrating his lightning magic upon the unbeknown individual, turning him into a fry. Alas, instead of having such contemplations, he focused on the boy’s aura that was erupting from his subsistence. Such immense pressure, he shall never disavow. Regardless the fact that he had faced similar ones in the past, if more so, even more sufocating, it was quite admirable to see someone as young as this blond, to wield such presence. This particular aura wasn’t magic and Laxus could tell that from miles away. Besides, there was something the sinister that worked as the provenance for retaining a merit of suspiciousness. This youngster surely did not had an apparel of a foe, needless to say the personage— yet this source of power that existed in him, could divulge the opposite. of course, it was nothing that could intimidate the incarnation of lightning. If anything, the artificial Dragon Slayer had faced opponents that pushed him to the limit. A man that had the chance to face Dragons. Creatures that are known to be the symbol of humankind’s weakness. And the fact that he is still alive, proves that he held omnipotence in his fingers.}

               _{However, perplexity could be seen for a moment— surely, this boy was an outlander. He was speaking of such, that Laxus found himself unable to comprehend. What the hell is a Kekkei genkai, anyway? De facto, an interrogation shall do the trick. But hell, reminiscing about his nay abominable past, and precisely about this despicable man— his Father, wasn’t something that he would estimate to do in his diurnal routine. Besides, it wasn’t like as if this kid would understand his exegesis, anyway. Not to mention the fact that the lightning user wasn’t even forced to provide the other with appropriate answers to the inquiries. Thus, he would take things in an oblique way, and abscond from clarifying something that would bring him sore remembrances. Hence, retaining his former expression, one that reflects graveness at its eminence, and after scrutinizing the other for a brief moment, soon, to profess his thoughts.}

      _{“Unlike you, i’m not gonna respond to your questions.
        However, i might tell you somethin’ fascinatin’ if you respond to mine.”}

「 ℕ」— Always the impatient one. He felt like screaming, demanding the questions to be asked. Or repeated if the blond wasn’t listening. “Then ask them Sparky! Ain’t got all day.” Better to play dumb, to pretend not once had he heard anything but the accusation of him being an outlander; a term still lost on him. “If ya haven’t already realized, the only thing ya asked me was if I’m naive.” A question he didn’t deem important enough to answer, or rather he wasn’t sure of its meaning. Was it that he was naive because he was an outlander to the blond? Or naive in general. Both held different responses entirely, and Naruto refused to be made a fool of, at least not when he was fully aware of the situation.

            Ask now or forever hold your peace; a phrase Naruto might have said had he of thought the other had a sense of humor. But given his rather stoic nature, how he held himself, and the sheer stand offish nature that reminded Naruto so much of Sasuke, he held it back. “Well then, ask ‘ttebayo.” He tried so desperately not to phrase further questions, so that he wouldn’t be thrown off. So close to finding out more, yet a single slip up would return him back to square one, and by now the curiosity was eating away at him, impatience clear within him.