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| - All he wanted to do was get some rest, maybe a few drinks. It was difficult keeping the Hunter-nin off his trail, he deserved a reward. "I'd like some sake, please." Ichiro smiled politely at the bartender as he entered the establishment and took a seat at the nearest open bar-stool. "Just a minute." The woman replied with a small smile. Miyami entered the building, laying wary eyes on each of its occupants as she inconspicuously made her way to the front of the izakaya. Once she seated herself, however, Miyami could not help but take notice of the presence of a particular man. This man appeared to be totally at ease with himself, but it was his selfsame confidence and detachment, that, by its very placidity, radiated an aura of unfathomable and implacable power. Once he received his sake bottle and saucer, he noticed that he'd gotten a little note along with it. Sighing, Ichirō told himself that there was no need to be rude as he wouldn't be in this town long. In his peripheral vision, he noticed that a woman sitting not too far away, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it but he knew there was something different about her. Miyami allowed herself to take multiple looks at the strange character upon whom she was fixated. When she was convinced that mere observation could not sate her curiosity, she drew closer to him and opened her mouth to speak. Resting his fist underneath his chin, Ichiro poured himself some sake. "Yes?" He'd noticed her coming closer to him and subtly kept her in his line of vision. Miyami allowed her lips to form a gesture somewhat reminiscent of a smile, being amused by the perfunctory nature of Ichirō's overture. "Come here to find solace in the depths of a sake bottle, did you?" she inquired of Ichirō. In hindsight, Miyami realized that her statement could be construed by Ichirō as being highly derogatory, so in order to avoid a potential misunderstanding, she said, "I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to say that. I suppose present circumstances dictate that I introduce myself, don't they? My name is Miyami Uchiha." Ichiro was amused by her initial blunt question and didn't take offense to it, not that he got offended very easily in the first place. "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Uchiha-san. I'm Ichirō Kurosawa." He tipped his head to her in an almost bow before taking a sip of his drink from the saucer.
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