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"Alright you cocky bastard, you still didn't answer my question. Who are you and how do you have access to the Sharingan?" Daisuke barely batted an eyelash at the girl's direct questioning and simply continued to give her his trademark smirk. "I'll tell you who I am when you tell me who you are, you insensitive biatch," He replied, running a hand through his spiky mane. He then placed a hand over his face, his eyes shining through his fingers. "As for my eyes, I was born like this," Daisuke had no reason no lie to the girl seeing she was as confused as he was in this current situation. "I don't know about the Sharingan, what ever that is, but these eyes were inherited," The raven haired Jonin explained. "At least that's what the Raikage told me," He muttered. 

Ever since Daisuke achieved the first stage of his Sharingan at the age of 7, the Raikage never let him out of his sight for even the smallest of moments until he turned 12 and was promoted to Chunin. Daisuke took a great amount of pride in his eyes, never letting anyone judge him about them without letting them know just how effective they were. Now, with the third stage of Sharingan, the 17 year old felt more confused about his history than he'd ever been. Scanning the area behind him, Daisuke found at least a dozen Cloud shinobi patrolling the area in search of the girl in front of him. "We have to keep moving... Unless you want those eyes of yours poked out by my own, your choice," He dismissed sarcastically, walking past the Hyuuga.