Sebaata slowly stood up from his wheelchair. He turned to Asami's uncle and slowly bowed forward as much as his body would allow. "Sir... It is a pleasure to meet you... I am Sebaata of the Bloody Sand... As you correctly mentioned... The Leaf Village is not where I originally hail from..." He slowly came up from his bow. "I am from the Village Hidden in the Sand... And I hope to one day rebuild the home we have lost and bring it to a period of great prosperity and advancement... " He turns to Asami. "I am sorry that it was not enough ramen to satisfy your hunger... If you would allow me... I would love to cook some food for you... Your uncle... And his men... My cooking may have attracted more people than I had originally anticipated so i apologize I couldn't bring more... " Sebaata eagerly awaits her reply. 




-Present Self-


Sebaata got lost in his thoughts. A lot had happened. What are you doing?... A fellow ninja has just lost his entire village and your here being... Petty?... Sour?... Get over yourself... Being in the hospital is only temporary... Sands help me... Sebaata got up from bed and walked up to the Grieving ninja. He embraced him in a tight hug. "Let out your emotions... From one ninja to another... I am here to help you shoulder your burden... I cannot begin to know the pain you are feeling right now... But the Sands are here for you... Say the word... " After his moment, he turned to the older woman who offered him dinner. "You are too kind... I would love to join you all for dinner... If I may make a strange request... Would I be able to assist you while you cook... I would love to learn your techniques and gain cullinary prowess... " Sebaata bows to her and awaits her response.