So Hanzō did end up learning a bit more information about his partner, not just about his swords and the tie he had to his family, but also about his clan. The Kitajima name was one he had never heard before, yet all those stories about swords being sacred to them and whatnot did end up interesting him a bit. Of course, the Haruno was never one for wielding his swords, and the godly perception his partner had of his weapon did weird him out a bit, but in the end who was he to judge someone based on their bloodline’s beliefs? He could probably even learn a thing or two about him, when all this was over.
He allowed him to speak his mind, to develop what he meant by this relationship with this sword. He looked very career-oriented, to say the least, and interestingly enough, he mentioned the idea of a spar as they concluded the first half of the mission, their first delivery. “Sounds good, I don’t mind takin’ you up on that offer. Hopefully you’ll last for all two fights,” he commented, a sly grin and a light laugh coming out of him as he concluded his sentence. He knew that his ability was nowhere near that of most genin in the village, and yet he was just playful enough in his comments to give off a slightly confident vibe. That wasn’t a bad thing in itself, actually.
“I’ve always wanted to like swords, but honestly I like my ninjutsu a lot more. Maybe I’ll show you what I mean, like you said, in a quick little spar one day.” He knew he wasn’t going to let that idea go. As an official genin, Hanzō had yet to have sparred with someone else of similar rank, and most of his training was done solo. But knowing just how different their fighting styles would be, he knew that this would be an ideal opportunity for him to learn how to counter kenjutsu users. They drew nearer and nearer the last meeting point, and they could see the store from a distance. Whew, almost over, he thought to himself.