A man with golden locks of hair, dressed in elegant robes of the finest silks rested to Shikaniku's left just a few stools down. He recognized him; Shikaniku never forgot a face. He had been with the Kazekage, as a bodyguard, but that's not where the Nara knew him from. They both had been at war with one another for as long as they could remember: The roots of the leaf vs the silver sands of the wind. Never had they met face to face with one another, but their faces were etched into eachother's mind. You never forget your enemy. "Never expected you to be here, but well, I guess fucking the Kazekage has its benefit.." Shikaniku uttered.