Kabuto...?
The cloaked man grinned slightly beneath his hood, the serpent appearing to mimic the expression.
I haven't heard that name in a long time... I've grown beyond it, you see - I am no longer the man people remember. Which leaves another question: Who am I? It's quite an intriguing question with no definite answer. Am I the subject of an experiment? No, for I am free and able to do as I please - I am more than that. Am I a human? For simple reasons, the answer is no - I am more. Am I a man who leads his life after others, following orders and obeying their will for my own good? Of course not! That man is dead - I am far more than that! So who am I? What is the answer to your question...?
Kabuto lifted the Shakujo from the ground and held the staff at his side laxly, the rings pointed in the general direction of the man across the river. As he did so, his navel snake quietly and absentmindedly hissed.
I would also like to know. The evil grin hidden by the hood of Kabuto's cloak grew wider. Would you care to help me discover who I am?