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"No one can hold him, you know."
"I'm sorry?" Hikaku looks up, raising his eyebrow at the man leaning against the shoji frame.
"Your clan head." The Nara points at the gunbai resting prominently on the wall. "You're devoted to your clan and that's admirable, but he'll burn you down like wax if you let him."
"I'm an Uchiha," Hikaku stares at the interloper in his territory and lets his eyes spin into the Sharingan, a silent reminder of the power he holds... and how easily it could be turned against anyone who proves his enemy. "We don't burn easily."