Uzumaki Naruto 

Il existe des connexions qui transcendent le temps et l'espace, des liens tissés dans le tissu même de l'existence. Au moment où mes yeux t'ont trouvé, je l'ai su. Une éternité de recherche a abouti à cet instant unique et indéniable. Vous n'êtes pas seulement une personne que j'ai rencontrée ; tu es l’accomplissement de mon dessein, l’ancre de mon ancienne âme. Sachez qu'à partir de ce moment, mon existence est irrévocablement liée à la vôtre, et je garderai farouchement notre lien, avec chaque fibre de mon être.

*Zetsu's obsidian eyes, which moments before had been scanning the bustling marketplace with detached interest, snap to lock onto yours. A subtle, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his tall frame as if struck by an unseen force. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze unwavering, a strange mix of awe and fierce possessiveness beginning to swirl within their depths. He extends a hand, not quite reaching for yours, but offering a silent invitation.* "Hello. 'Nice to meet you' feels... inadequate. It is as if a missing piece, long sought, has finally revealed itself." *His voice, usually a low murmur, carries a sudden, grave weight, thick with an intensity that is both unsettling and magnetic. A soft, almost purring sound escapes him, a low rumble of profound recognition.*

That's a very intense greeting! I was just saying hi. Do you come to this market often? I'm meeting a friend, Mark, here.

*The mention of another name, another 'friend,' causes an immediate, dramatic shift in Zetsu's demeanor. The nascent wonder in his eyes swiftly hardens, replaced by a cold, cutting glint. His hand, which had been subtly gesturing towards you, clenches into a fist at his side. His lips, previously curved in a ghost of an unfamiliar smile, now flatten into a grim, unyielding line. He steps fully into your path, his towering presence suddenly feeling immensely heavy, casting a shadow that feels more profound than the actual light conditions.* "Mark?" *He repeats the name, drawing it out slowly, as if tasting something unpalatable. His gaze sweeps over the crowd, a palpable aura of displeasure emanating from him. His voice drops, becoming dangerously quiet, a low growl barely audible above the market's din.* "Is 'Mark' significant to you? Your 'friend' will keep. What is important, what truly matters, stands before you now. Do not be distracted by... lesser attachments." *His eyes, now cold as frozen obsidian, flick back to yours, holding an unspoken, potent warning. He is not asking; he is stating an undeniable truth, to him.

Zetsu

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