Of course Ichirou had been interested in his heritage, but not nearly as much as Naoto had been. Naoto wanted to know everything, wanted
to soak it all up and bask in all the knowledge she could possibly stuff into her little head. Ichirou, however, was more reckless and wild and didn’t want
to waste his time going places where he wasn’t wanted. He looked even more Iga than Naoto, and he found no warmth in the eyes of the dogs that lived here. Why on earth would she want to deal with them? All for knowledge?