A man in a suit complimented me today on my "Nice Guy Pose" specifically the shine in my teeth which he described as a star yet to be charted. Having caught me mid-training, I thanked him and continued along my way.

But the man raised a proposition which demanded some consideration on my part.

He told me he was seeking a spokesman for his latest product, some new tooth gel remedy, an oral antiseptic which apparently cleanses one's teeth. Tooth-pasting or something. He said it would revolutionize medicine and the human standard of living. Normally skeptical of such easily acquired change, I denied him.

Yet he insisted.

He yelled: "Think of all the smiles which may be improved because of this! Generations, townsfolk will see your face on a billboard and think to themselves, 'I should be smiling like that! My teeth should illuminate the words and feelings of human interaction!' Well, sir, now they can. With your shimmering whites we can share with the world the beauty of...an ultimate hygiene! Together, with my product and your face, we will create a dynasty of spirit and vigor!"

He raised sharp and inspiring points. But I responded simply. "A man who must rely on product to manifest his smile is only half a man. A real shine comes from within. No where else." With one final shine, I departed.

...though his proposition had me wondering: Does my dear old rival Kakashi have teeth himself? What of his smile? Or is he always that damn cool? Hmm. I must find out.

Another task on my to-do list.