After a few seconds of silence, he addressed his prestigious sensei whilst staring at the horizon, "Yeah.... I'm sure." he spoke in a soft monotone voice, his eyes glimmering with the reflection of the sunlight. He contemplated on the note he had in his left pocket, and began to clench his right fist. "What about you. Do you have qualms about killing your old friend? Or do you want to bring him back and forgive him for his actions. When I come face-to-face with him, should I plea for him to change? Or kill him without remorse?" the young man asked, his visage taking on a serious demeanour. His fist clenched tighter as rage began to slightly appear in his vase.