And there were several concealed weapons under his clothes. Even now, with the mokuton at his disposal, it didn't feel right not to have a few little blades here and there. They came in handy. If not for sticking into people, then just for prying things open or peeling skins from fruit.

"Throw them very well," he elaborated. And then he looked intent. "You don't talk about the places you come from? Why not? I'd love to hear about your world." He watched Tenten curiously. "I think each of us here is from somewhere different."