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Iruka scowled, crouching near his traps. He hated it when they didn’t work. Untangling them was a pain and Izumo wasn’t around to help anymore.
“Hey kid! Need any help?”
“‘M a pre-genin! Not a kid!” Iruka pouted, turning to look at the voice.
“And I’m an ANBU.”
Iruka’s eyes widened in recognition. “You’re Mizuki! From three years ahead! Izumo’s talked about you!”
He smiled. “All good things I hope.”
Iruka nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! He says you help him. I’m Iruka!” He paused, suspicious. “What do you want to trade for help?”
“It’s for free. Show me what you’ve got.”