[He may not consider the young man to be a potential enemy, but his teammates’ warnings on beasts and Pthumerians have encouraged him to exercise caution. Accordingly, Naruto doesn’t instantly comply with the request—instead taking a moment to feel out the various sources of chakra populating the immediate area. He’s unprepared for the results of his probe. Nova-hot hatred pours off the stranger in intense, pulsating waves of energy. The ugly loathing and fierce hunger for vengeance are uncomfortably familiar to Naruto; he once entertained the idea of succumbing to such sentiments, back before he reconciled with Kurama. Feeling the hot, feverish blister of these emotions again…
Expression grim, the blond sweeps the rest of their vicinity. They seem to be in a relatively safe location this close to the main road. The most malignant chakra is concentrated deeper within the forest. For now, they should be fine. And so, glancing back in Dabi’s direction, Naruto drops Six Paths Kurama Sage Mode. The unnatural luminescence to his body winks out like that of a dead star.]
Ugh…now my eyes gotta adjust. Better?
[While he hasn’t yet decided what to do with the information about the nature of Dabi’s chakra, Naruto isn’t deterred by it. In fact, he chooses to approach—squatting down a healthy distance away to curiously regard the tragic remains of the plant that the young man took a cutting from. As he moves, the shifting fabric of his poncho makes it obvious that his right arm is missing from just above the elbow down; the fishnet shirt sleeve underneath is tired off neatly at the stump.]
…You’ve got an awful lotta hate in you for someone who’s picking flowers.
[The comment is neutral; Naruto may as well be discussing the weather.]
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Expression grim, the blond sweeps the rest of their vicinity. They seem to be in a relatively safe location this close to the main road. The most malignant chakra is concentrated deeper within the forest. For now, they should be fine. And so, glancing back in Dabi’s direction, Naruto drops Six Paths Kurama Sage Mode. The unnatural luminescence to his body winks out like that of a dead star.]
Ugh…now my eyes gotta adjust. Better?
[While he hasn’t yet decided what to do with the information about the nature of Dabi’s chakra, Naruto isn’t deterred by it. In fact, he chooses to approach—squatting down a healthy distance away to curiously regard the tragic remains of the plant that the young man took a cutting from. As he moves, the shifting fabric of his poncho makes it obvious that his right arm is missing from just above the elbow down; the fishnet shirt sleeve underneath is tired off neatly at the stump.]
…You’ve got an awful lotta hate in you for someone who’s picking flowers.
[The comment is neutral; Naruto may as well be discussing the weather.]