"You don't even spar? How.... strange. You were the only one who could ever keep up with me in the clan too." He sighed, reaching and very carefully feeding chakra to stop the bleeding as he rested his fingertips along his temple, though the effort left him feeling tired. Healing -really- wasn't one of his best skills, but he knew some, as all ANBU Captains were given the dubious joy of, so that was what he applied.

He pulled his hand back when he was sure there was no fresh blood coming from him anywhere. "What I meant about the hostility is that I'm not Hokage in the most common timeline so my people tend to prefer to attack me instead of talking. It does get old after a while, I'll admit."