[Itachi glances over at the blond with a slightly raised brow.]
Have you.
[He stops at the edge of a pier, setting down his fishing rod. His hands form into a few seals, and small drills of water push their way up from the shore before dissipating. The holes they leave behind carry various squirming options for bait, all irritated at being disturbed and hurriedly trying to re-bury themselves into the dirt.]
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Have you.
[He stops at the edge of a pier, setting down his fishing rod. His hands form into a few seals, and small drills of water push their way up from the shore before dissipating. The holes they leave behind carry various squirming options for bait, all irritated at being disturbed and hurriedly trying to re-bury themselves into the dirt.]