Anonymous: What makes you think that I got people to tell me of your whereabouts hmm? I found you myself, I /know/ it is your hair. Like I said I have been doing this for years e3e
”Ah, then you think me easily ‘foiled?’ I believe you know not of the person you are speaking with. Your research into depth is poorly presented. Though, I shall continue to play this game. I would now say that you have perhaps picked the wrong person to ‘play your game’ with.
You speak of knowing and yet you can give me no visual proof of structural evidence, of this hair actually belonging to myself. When did you perhaps take this hair from my head? The mind lacks a picture for your given case. Is there a specific time, as the years have passed that you have continued this repeated action? A routine? The colouring? As it seems. Your scenario is perfectly placed in times of war. Mass paranoia would not allow you so easily placed within my presence. What makes me think, you say? I believe thinking is my preferred method.
I believe I already foresaw your predictable question. Your evidence is clearly lacking and your story dripping with obvious loss of detail and fact. I believe that you seem to have failed yourself. I would chance the guess that you perhaps would not risk poorly given details.. For I would quickly see through your weakly fortified reasons.”
Chancing a step forward, Zhuge Liang would focus those eyes further still upon this certain unknown cause. In fact, he’d chance another step. Arrogantly sure of himself as his eyes refused to wander. The slow movement of the feather fan within his grasp. Sharply focused eyes upon this person who seemed to want to challenge the strategist, further still.