(Back home)
I wiped his face with a warm towel and placed on his head a cold one, then removed the leather collar and chains on his neck and limbs. Damn, is this really worth it? Just for that bloodline ability in this skinny, dying kid? Not one person is worth being cared for by me. Unless he or she has a bloodline limit I could use, of course. Then he awakened while I was wringing the towel dry and stared at me. "Zabuza-san … this is …" The clueless kid looked around the small place I call my temporary home.
"This is where you will stay for the time being," I began, "as I train you to use your abilities."
"My abilities?"
"That special things you can do that other people can't."
"I think I remember something …"
"Ever heard of Demonic Ice Mirrors?"
"No, Zabuza-san, I'm afraid not …"
"Then you will learn. You'd better be worth my time."
"Yes, Zabuza-san! I will learn everything you want me to learn."
How adorable, I thought. Well, back to track. I must start to think up of a training regime or something …
I looked at the kid again. Is there something I forgot to do? Or forgot to give? Oh yes. He seemed hungry. I'd better feed the rabbit or it'll die on me.
"Thank you, Zabuza-san," He said, and started on his bread.
"It's late. Go to sleep on that bed after you're done."
