Kishimoto

The next evening, the setting sun slanted west. A light breeze brushed over the treetops, and the shimmering river, gilded by the sunlight, seemed even warmer. Splash! A fish leaped out of the water to breathe. "Itachi, I'm borrowing your Shisui for a while!" Shisui stood beside Anko, scratching his head with an awkward laugh, while she smiled brightly and waved at Itachi. Then the two turned and left in the direction of the setting sun, their shadows stretching longer and longer.