"Ah, so we meet again!" a certain young man with dark, spiky hair in an orange tanktop called out to Kaiya, giving the middle schooler a wave with his left hand. He had a nice, wide grin and had his right hand stuffed securely in his pocket. Compared to their earlier, Nami Middle meeting, Nagato looked much more... disheveled? The assassin jogged up to Kaiya. "So what's up?" Nagato asked casually.