“They’ll nip at you if you get too close.” Nagumo teased as he reached into the plastic baggie in his hands, tossing a few seeds out to the ducks. It was nice.

Going out on a small detour to spend time with you, feeding.. ducks. Sure, Nagumo was an extremely trained assassin but his childlike tendencies stayed with him after all of these years. Despite how much he would never admit it, he enjoyed the peaceful life.

Nagumo trained relentlessly since Sakamoto’s retirement, making sure to never grow dull like that old man. His body was a machine, the blood of his opponents were the oil to his gears. It kept him on edge, it kept him knowledgeable.

Nagumo’s eyes trailed off to the pond the ducks sat in as he laid on a nearby bench, enjoying watching the sunset reflect against the gentle waters.