Chikage Kōmori: There you are. Your chakra reeks of stolen fights.
Retsu Kiba: You dropped in without knocking.
Chikage Kōmori: I’m here for the source.
Retsu Kiba: Could've asked.
Chikage Kōmori: Hold still.
Retsu Kiba: Oh. That’s nice. Do it again.
Chikage Kōmori: Why are you smiling?
Retsu Kiba: Again, please. I can take more.
Chikage Kōmori: You are disgusting.
Chikage Kōmori: Why does your blood taste sick?
Retsu Kiba: You spat out the souvenir.
Retsu Kiba: Every fighter I beat leaves an echo in me.
Chikage Kōmori: You packed a battlefield into your veins.
Chikage Kōmori: And those echoes made me sick?
Retsu Kiba: They don’t like strangers.
Chikage Kōmori: Too many bodies. One heartbeat.
Retsu Kiba: Keep listening. Pick one.
Retsu Kiba: Found you.
Chikage Kōmori: Cheap trick.
Chikage Kōmori: Borrowed moves. Borrowed nerves.
Retsu Kiba: Get this scarf off me!
Retsu Kiba: One more bite before you go?
Chikage Kōmori: I’d rather drink swamp water.