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"[color=007236]You don't have a Sharingan, you don't happen to be an Uchiha,[/color]" said Haruka simply, the green-haired chunin travelling at the back of the pack of ninja due to the extra burden carrying the ronin placed upon him. It was not particularly straining upon his stamina, but a full-grown man was a significant factor to reducing his movement speed in comparison to his fellows, though not to the point where he was incapable of catching up. "[color=007236]As such, your statement is pertinently ridiculous.[/color]"

Despite the bland tone to his voice, he was shooting Daiki a composed smile, one that served as evidence of his willingness to protect his teammate's secret as requested. The reveal of a Sharingan had been a surprise, but now that the battle had ended, he decided to discard his original intentions of questioning the redhead upon how such an ability had come to their possession. It was something that the other ninja seemed to feel quite strongly about, and so Haruka was perfectly fine with clamping down upon his own natural curiosity and letting it be. His fellow ninja had not shown any real disloyalty to the village, and was obviously not that much of a threat, so there was no point in prying when they obviously did not wish for greater attention.

"[color=007236]If you were to hypothetically possess the Bloodline Limit of the Uchiha clan, Lord Hokage would have already known,[/color]" he added, "[color=007236]and had he hypothetically considered this hypothetical secret Sharingan as a threat or of great import, you would have been approached already.[/color]"

He doubted few things escaped the notice of their village's respected military dictator, after all.

Daiki would be fine.

And if not, he would ensure that his teammate would be fine.