Kirigakure no Sato

Senko had been wondering about aimlessly for awhile now. He wasn't sure exactly what he was suppose to do, he didn't know where he was suppose to go. He had no indicator to which village he belonged to, and he was completely clueless as to where he was right now. It was as he wandered around pondering his existence that the sound of a scream pierced his thoughts and brought his attention to some brush a few yards away. Wandering over, he moved through some bushes and into a clearing, where a old man knelt, three bandit's circling him with swords drawn. Not thinking too much of it Senko stepped into the opening, his hands sliding into his pockets as his head canted to the left. "What are you guys up to?"

The old man looked at Senko, fear consuming his face. "HELP ME!!!"

The three bandits stopped circling the old man and looked over at Senko. "Ah, another victim. Lets make quick work of him and then grab the goods." One of the bandits darted at him.

Senko blinked several times as his form shifted back as the bandit's sword passed down inches from his skin. Wasting little time Senko released his spiritual energy, almost immediately all three bandits fell to the ground unable to move or breath, the old man seemed crippled by it too. Not letting the pressure up, Senko brought his left leg up and then drove it down onto the back of the man's skull, knocking him out. His form then shifting over to the next bandit, a knee then delivered to the man's gut, winding him and possible bruising his diaphragm. Senko took control over his spiritual power and sealed it back up. The third bandit at this time jumped to his feet, and rather then fighting ran off into the woods. Senko's eyes fell upon the old man who was barely holding himself up and breathing heavily. "You alright?" Senko inquired.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The old man slowly pushed himself up off of the ground, his hands grasping at a backpack next to him. "Thank you, thank you so very much young man. How can I repay you?" Senko shrugged not really thinking too much of it. "Don't worry about it, I don't need any kind of payment."

The old man's gaze ran over senko a few times. "Sir you're a shinobi, aren't you?"

Senko nodded, "Yeah you could say that." A smile sliding across his face as he laughed at himself. He was a shinobi, now he was something greater.

The old man thought for a moment and then began to dig around in his backpack before pulling out two pouches and a red scarf. "Here take these, I am weapon smith of sorts, I've designed a couple weapons, but most of the stuff I build is for weapon storage." He old man lifted a small shaky finger up pointing it towards the scythe on Senko's back." This scarf doubles as a weapon summoning scroll, it's made out of a special chakra receptive silk which will cause it to stiffen and become more rigid then steel and as hard as diamond, or you can utilize it to store and summon weapons. These two pouches contain special kunai and shuriken. You'll note that they have red tips, that's because they are composed of flint and tungsten and filled with fuel gel. They explode. The pouches have special seals on the inside of them giving you four free refills. This pouch has 20 kunai, and this one has 50 shuriken." The old man smiled as he noted the empty looking pouch on Senko's side. "Looks like you could also use a refill on your normal shinobi tools, so I will throw that in as well."

Senko nodded, "Sounds good but how are you going to make a profit?"

The old man smiled, "I have plenty more things to sell, so don't worry about it, alright?"

Senko blinked and nodded a smile remaining on his face. "Alright then, sounds good to me." Senko grasped the scarf and wrapped it around the scythe sealing it away. The scarf then placed around his neck. Both pouches grasped and strapped to opposing thighs. Then taking an assortment of kunai, shuriken, and smoke bombs from the man and placing them in the one hip pouch. "You're very kind sir, thank you." Senko walked off leaving the man there.

The old man stood up and smiled, "You're welcome stranger, good luck with your adventure!"

The wood was beginning to sweat, he could see the drops start to run down the side of the tree. His hand became tense as he focused. Aoiro concentrated. He could feel the tree start to vibrate but nothing more came of it. He was just simply missing another part to this jutsu he has been working on. His hand on the tree relaxed and with the lubrication of water slipped and fell before falling to his side. His body moved forward as his head rested on the tree. He began to think of why this won’t work for him. With most jutsus they come to him almost naturally.

“ Naturally..? Nature.. I can’t feel the tree’s chakra. That could be it.. But how could - “ Aoiro heard a scream off in the distance, well, a loud “ Help me! “ His thoughts would have to wait as he had already started bounding through the trees towards where the sound had come from without thinking. A few moments of tree hoping and Aoiro came to the tree line. What he saw was a older man handing over items to a much more younger man, with several people laying around on the ground beside them.

“ Thievery! “ Aoiro immediately thought to himself. The young man must of knocked out that elder mans body guards and is now robbing him! He seems to of put away his weapons, so he’s not going to hurt the old man now that he is handing over his items. “ I shall make him meet the swift end of karma! “ Aoiro once again thought to himself.

Aoiro then followed this younger man after he left the older one. He wanted to catch him by surprise and not with the elder man near, for safety issues. He could always find him later and return his supplies. When Aoiro thought it was good enough spot, and far enough away from the old man, Aoiro lept into action, stepping out from behind a tree and stared the young man down. “ I will make you pay for what you did! “

Aoiro’s hands would move up towards his mouth, saying the phrase Suihou no Jutsu. Immediately after he said it, a stream of water erupted from his mouth, hitting the ground, and Aoiro quickly moving his head to aim at the man. The stream is powerful enough to cut through stone, so hopefully he can dodge it, or karma shall be met for his theft!

Senko's ears twitched, he could hear the sound of tree leafs ruffling, he had assumed it was monkey's or squirrels, or something but as he continued to walk and the sound remained a constant, never distancing itself from him, he began to suspect more. It was only after someone shouted at him that Senko turned around, his red eyes falling upon a very manly looking individual. "What'd you say pretty boy?" Senko had caught some of it, maybe he was an associate of the bandits..... looking for revenge? Sadly Senko wouldn't be given much time to think about it, as the man proceeded to spit at him.... spit a lot at him.

Senko's pupils followed the jet of water as it etched through the rock moving closer and closer to his figure. Senko's hands chained a series of seals together as he stepped back into the shadow of a tree, his form transmutating into the shadow itself. The jet of water would pass right through him, hit the tree, and pass through that. The small stump that was left still casting a shadow which Senko remained in, still safely hidden as a blob of darkness. "Hey I don't know what you problem is, but you are about to pick a fight you cannot win."

Aoiro blinked, he couldn’t really believe that his attacked missed. It looked like he just faded into the shadows of the tree. I mean, obviously he hit the tree, cause its not there anymore. Nor anything else behind him.

“ You’re a tricky one, but you hurting those body guards and stealing that old mans things is not something I can take lightly! Isonagi no Jutsu! “

Aoiro’s hands would come together and the sleeves would collide, blocking any view of the seals. Not even a second later a large pair of crab like claws would burst through the wet ground at his opponents feet and attempt to grab him. Then if successful with the grab, pull him under the ground. Making him a easy target for Aoiro to finish up.

Sadly for his opponent Senko hadn't planned on hanging around. The second that his foe brought his arms up and started shouting something another, Senko moved from the shadows jumping into the air. His form landing on the bough of a mighty tree. The bough bent a little and as it did Senko's hand slid down into the right thigh pouch producing three red tipped shuriken. His left hand slid out tossing to of the weapons at Aoiro, his hands then sliding together to form three seals, his figure then becoming hazy. Twisting around he tossed the third shuriken into a shadow behind him, it's image vanishing.

The crab reached up and grabbed at nothing. The guy had already jumped away. Aoiro watched as he jumped to the tree branch and throw several shuriken towards him. Then also turn and throw one behind him.

Without saying anything else, His hands were already together, Aoiro suddenly took off towards one of the after puddles from his first jutsu - Suihou no Jutsu. After stepping into the puddle, Aoiro muttered the phrase Fuuma Mizu Shuriken along with forming two seals under his sleeves. A moment later a large mass of water shot forward from where Aoiro was standing at and launched itself towards the man on the branch. The two shuriken that were thrown directly at him were going to miss, and the one he threw behind himself Aoiro isn’t positive about. But he’s assuming it has to do with shadows.

“ Lets see if he likes a taste of his own medicine! “ Aoiro thought to himself. The mass of water moved though the air towards the man, After it launched itself, the mass of water slowed down, but the large Fuuma shuriken inside did not. It raced towards the man, ready to kill. Yet he’s still wondering about the last shuriken, and where its going to be coming from. Aoiro kept his eyes open and searching for that.

Senko watched the individual move, his third shuriken popping out of the man's as he moved causing it to completely miss him. Now he had the man's water shuriken plus his own explosive shuriken heading straight towards him. Senko's hand slid to his hip pouch pulling out a normal kunai. His hand sliding forward as he pushed a vast amount of negative chakra into the shuriken and then released the kunai with a burst of positive chakra right behind it. The Kunai suddenly hyper accelerated breaking the sound barrier and shooting through the water shuriken, slamming into the shuriken behind it, detonating it. The explosion of shrapnel along with the shock wave accompanying it would rip through the remained of the water that was in the air disrupting the chakra which constructed it. Senko's own form moving into the depths of the shadow vanishing, the explosion providing cover for the motion.

Almost instantly his figure would move from the shadows of a rock that was four yards behind his opponent. Senko's hands sliding together as he chained together seals, "Kuchiyose no Jutsu!" His left thumb sliding across his right palm as he cut it causing it to bleed. The right palm being brought up as he bent his digits, his lips puckering as amethyst chakra flared up around his hand. He exhaled, his breath catching the blood and chakra which was then blown into the open, where a massive swarm of bugs formed. The bugs suddenly darting forward in a frenzy towards Aoiro.

“ Fuck “ Aoiro was really hoping that attack would do it. But since the third shuriken didn’t hit him it worked out for the best. But when the explosion had subsided, the man was gone! He simply just vanished! Aoiro thought he didn’t see him move away, maybe he’s trying to escape?

Then he heard the jutsu being said behind him, “ Fuck! “ Aoiro turned around to see a massive wall of bugs come at him. He had a look of panic on his face at first, then calmly went to a smirk. His form fell into the water. Just like that. No seals needed. His form rose up from another puddle at a further distance immediately when the last of his head went underwater. Except his form now had his hands at his mouth and spewed out a very hot steam towards the massive wall of bugs. It seems that Aoiro had done Suijouki no Jutsu underwater and released it when he reappeared.

The steam hit the wall of bugs and would instantly fry them. Aoiro tried to do it so it hit all of the bugs while blowing it far enough back to hit the man behind him.

“ You can’t steal things and get away with it! “

Senko frowned, his form vanishing back into the darkness of the shadows, his form reappearing to the right of his foe, 10 yards away. He mimicked the foe's action by performing the majority of the seals while in the shadows. So as his form came back into site all he had to do was slam his hand into the ground, " Kuchiyose no Jutsu!" As cyan chakra poured from the edge, a sudden poof of smoke would reveal eight Raven's hovering in the air. The birds suddenly darting forward as they came bombarding down towards Aoiro. Their forms suddenly become shadows as they phased from the physical dimension and shifted their physical mass into that of metal. As they exited their shadowy form they revealed themselves to be a series of shurikens.

Aoiro watched as the bugs dropped. And watched as his opponent moved back into the shadows. He waited for a moment, and heard the slapping of the hand down on the ground. Aoiro looked to his right towards the man, then suddenly the ravens came into view.

“ Man, this guy never gives up. “ Aoiro thought to himself.

“Kirigakure no Jutsu..” A vast and enveloping mist would immediately surround the area, It would be about twenty feet feet high, and seem to go on for quite a long ways. Once inside, one can’t see but three feet in front of themselves. The birds turned to shurikens coming towards Aoiro, but Aoiro didn’t move. The last thing the man could probably see is what looks like the shurikens hitting Aoiro, but then Aoiro’s form vanishing. When the mist takes full effect, there would be random breezes and swirls in the mist, disrupting sounds and images.

Aoiro had simply just flickered his body out of the way off to the left side. Behind the rock that the man was hiding behind from before. He with drew Same-Hire from its sheath and got ready. His Kiri Shikaku no Jutsu already activated. No seals required to activate.

Senko watched what appeared to be the raven's acquiring a kill, but there was no death rattle. Instead there was simply a bunch of freaking thick ass mist. Senko frowned, "You're a stubborn pain in the ass, Jeez." Senko shook his head, his eyes closing. His chakra flow shifted as he cut off all of his sense, tapping into the sixth sense. " I see, so you are still alive..... fine, lets play." Senko's head shifted as if he was looking at Aoiro through the mist, his digits curling into fists. The shurikens that hit the ground turned back into shadows, but rather than turning back into ravens they turned into shadow clones of Senko. His hands coming together as he strung together a couple seals. Suddenly the shadow clones exploded sending a massive pressure wave that would disrupt the visual spectrum around them. Utilizing this brief window Senko tapped into the power of Shunshin, and his own burst movement technique. Instantly his form would vanish, reappearing immediately behind Aoiro, the sonic barrier breaking twice in his travels. Yet the explosive wave generated by this amount of speed would not be felt or heard until Senko had already delivered his attack. A single punch would be dealt towards Aoiro's back, the punch laced with a high amount of chakra that would carry the force of the blow through Aoiro's body causing his diaphragm to compress. His form would then move within that same instance putting several yards between the two.

The laps of time between the start of movement, and Senko separating himself from the foe would only be 32 milliseconds. A fraction of a second later Aoiro would hear and feel the three sonic booms generated by the speed of Senko's movements.

Aoiro looked at the man as if he looked straight back at him through the mist, “ Wtf. “ Aoiro thought to himself. “ There is no way he can see though this. “ Aoiro held Same-Hire in his hand, and had already moved into the Sixth stage of his sword fighting technique. His breathing became more calm as he readied himself. “ Haa! “ Was all that could be heard as he moved from behind the rock in a blur and moved to where the man once stood. But to his surprise, he was no longer there, and Aoiro couldn’t stop moving forward.

Aoiro’s yell would quickly be snuffed out from the sonic blast, He would get hit by the rippled effect of it pretty hard since he quite literally jumped into it. He was sent flying backwards to where he just came from. The trees, grass, mist, and water laying about around them would all get pushed back in a violent manner from these ripples.

As Aoiro was sent flying backwards, his head and body turned itself, to see where he would be landing, and hoping he could situate himself to land properly. But again to his surprise, he saw the man punching where his back just way, and also probably a look of confusion as his body is flying towards him. Aoiro reached out towards the man. Attempting to grab him. His sword already lost from the initial blast.

Senko felt his heart sink a little, this was about to get really ugly .... really fucking fast. If he could have blinked he probably would have, but instead there was only a blank face with closed eyes. As Aoiro came flying back towards him Senko withdrew his fist, and shifted his down, twisting so that when Aoiro hit him it would be a glancing blow. Senko would most likely take the blow off of his left shoulder, his form crashing to the ground and rolling a couple feet. Hopefully Aoiro wouldn't lose too much momentum and keep on going. It was also his hope that Aoiro was moving too fast to grab him. "JEEZ The hell do you want with me? I didn't steal anything from anyone you asshole, so why won't you JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY AND LEAVE ME ALONE!?!"

There would be a moment of awkward blank stares as Aoiro came flying in towards the man. Aoiro was moving at a to fast to actually get a good hold on the man, but he did manage to grab on for a second, he isn’t positive where, probably an arm or shoulder or something. And pull him along for a while before he lost his grip. But it was just the type of resistance he needed to change his direction in mid air.

His body twisted and turned. As his feet were ready to land on a older looking tree behind him. His feet hit, and went through both sides of the tree. His feet and legs went through and stopped at his waist. He was stuck in the middle of a dead tree it looked like. “ Fuck! Stupid ass tree! “ Aoiro squirmed inside, but it was no use. He was stuck.

He heard what the man said, and looked over at him. “ What do you mean you didn’t steal anything? You killed those three men and then stole that elder mans belongings. “

Aoiro blinked after that statement. Something wasn’t right. He could see the mans movements, the trees, grass, mist fading, water disappeared. He could take it all in and feel it. Like it was all movements of the ocean, and he could feel it rocking. He could sense which way it rocked before it did. If one were to look at his eyes, they would see his bright blue orbs almost glowing and appear as if water was moving around inside of them.

Aoiro blinked again, bringing his hands up and rubbing his eyes making them water. “ Why.. Can I see.. “ Aoiro said to himself silently, trying to think why he has this type of vision and comprehension now. His vision became blurry from the rubbing. He rubbed his eyes again to get the excess water out. His vision came back to normal, as he starred at the trunk of the tree. His eyes focusing on a droplet of water that he rubbed free that was slowly sliding down the trunk. It reminded him of his training from earlier. Before any of this happened.

Aoiro placed his hand onto the trunk of the tree, and concentrated. “ Kotai Ni Ekitai! “ The tree would start to sweat feverishly. Then suddenly, the tree just turned to liquid. Like there was a balloon holding it into place. And Aoiro just popped it. The water came crashing down on top of Aoiro.

Aoiro looked up at the man, smiled big, saying, “ You helped me perfect my technique! And what did you do to my vision? “

When Aoiro grabbed Senko's arm it actually had been with enough force and for a long enough period of time to make him fall face first into the ground and slide backwards a few feet. As he lay there contemplating how he was going to kill this water wielding freak of nature, he heard the man question his statement. "Mouff nosim baliz!!" Senko stopped realizing he was talking into the ground and that no one could probably understand him. Rolling over and sitting up he found his gaze on the other Shinobi, who was stuck in a tree.

"Look those there guys, bandits, and they aren't dead. They are unconscious. That old man, a traveling merchant who decided he wanted to give me a bunch of supplies as payment. Anyway, if I had wanted to kill them, there would have been blood everywhere." Senko grunted as he came to a stand, his gaze remaining fixed on the other long enough to see the tree liquefy. "Look, I have no idea what you're talking about, I haven't done anything. I didn't do anything to your vision, I dunno how I helped you perfect anything, hell I don't even know where the hell I am anymore."

Senko's hands slid down his body brushing off the dust, his chakra relaxing as his sixth sense completely died down, and his other senses returned to normal. "So do you still plan on fighting me, or are you satisfied with my explanation?" Senko's arms crossed as he stared Aoiro down, a frown contorting across his visage.

Pushing himself up from the now wet ground, Aoiro played back what he saw earlier, a smile on the old mans face, now realizing he could still sense the chakra force in the bandits… What this guy was saying was true. After dragging his left leg to a full stand he looked back at it. “ Damnit.. “ Aoiro thought. Aoiro eyes shifted to his clothes, almost completely shredded thanks to the tree and the sonic blast.

Aoiro’s gaze lifted up towards the man once more. “ I’m done fighting. I apologize for doing it in the first place. We’re on the outside of Kirigakure. My house is there. If you need a place to stay, you are more then welcome to stay with me till whenever… it’s the least I can do for attacking you so recklessly. “ Aoiro managed a weak smirk. He started to walk forward towards the man, semi-dragging his left leg.

*THUD!*

Same-Hire would slam down into the ground a foot in front of Aoiro sticking up, surprising him to the fullest. Aoiro’s eyes widened as he stumbled backwards. He fell back onto his back and laid there. Letting one word escape his mouth..

“ Fuck.. “

“ Standing up is going to be a bitch.. I don’t know how I managed it last time.. “ He thought to himself, rolling over and began to push himself up again.

Senko blinked several times as he watched the other, his left hand sliding up as he placed the palm against his forehead. "It's fine.... you need some help?" His hand dropped as he lowered his chakra levels and fell from battle readiness. His form slowly strutting over towards Aoiro. "You're pretty tough, I'm kinda surprised to find anyone around here that moves like that. I won't say that you're faster than me, but you are definitely fast enough that I wasn't able to hit you. That in itself is impressive." As Senko reached him he extended a hand down so that if the man wanted to grab it he may. "By the way I am Senko Ryu Kamori, I can't really tell you where I am from, or how old I am, but I do know that I've always wanted to visit Kirigakure, there are a few jutsu which I've always wanted to learn from here."

Assuming that Aoiro grasped his hand, Senko pulled up with him helping him come to a stand. "I wish I could say that I new a medical jutsu to help you out, but you're pretty much shit out of luck. You said you've got a place not far from here? Should probably head there and rest up, you're going to end up being a liability to everyone with a bum leg."

As any other day would have progressed, and the need for more herbs and plants of specific origin grew, the female found herself escaping the walls of the Village, determined to return in a few hours with the things she desired. The basket held to her hip with a single leather strap had nearly been full when the growing sounds of battle had brushed along her ears. Normally, she would have considered it the game of some nin, and would have left it at that, and gone back to her business, but the chakra's emerging from the battlefield were....intriguing, to say the least. Shifting to a stand, a few opaque tresses were cast aside of her visage, and violet hues settled on her goal. The Katana at her back shifting comfortably with the movements of herself, and those of the basket she had tied a bit more securely to her person.

At the approach of the two who seemed to be no longer fueding, hues shifted over the scene quickly, analysing the problem. One man's leg seemed to be damaged, enough to prevent him from walking, and the other man was attempting to assist. The Med nin in her urged to rush forward and heal the man, but she did not, and instead stood her ground for a moment before choosing to speak. "Are you in need of aid?" It would be her random act of kindness for the day, she supposed.

Senko had been in the process of helping the fallen man up when another spoke out from the brush. He froze not sure how to react, his thoughts racing to a trivial fact.... I'm really bad at this shinobi thing, this is the second person to sneak up on me. Crimson eyes shifted to view the woman, his pupils running over her image several times. A sword, a basket, decent build, probably a shinobi as well. She didn't seem hostile, but it could also be a trap.

Easing Aoiro to the ground, Senko came to a full stand, and then took several steps back keeping his eyes on the female. "Maybe, this man here hurt his leg going through a tree. I'm not sure what he did to it, but it appears he is unable to put weight on it. Senko's chakra was slowly building back up to battle readiness, the cyan and crimson flames at his feet dancing up before entwining around his body to become a solid amethyst. The chakra flames faded and while he did his best to keep a calm non-hostile demeanor, by slipping his hands into his pocket and taking up a non-defensive or aggressive stance, he was definitely ready for an ambush if one were to happen.

She saw the stance of the man who spoke, how it had taken up, she had caught them off guard, or at least, that particular person off guard, judging from his defensive stance. Carefully, she shifted into a relaxed demeanor, eyeing the male for a moment, before allowing a light smile to brush over her visage at the sight of the flames, and there was interest sparking in her visage at the male's talents, and his chakra.

It intrigued her, oh, how she suddenly longed to study it, and it was unlikely that was kept well hidden as her head canted, and she took in the full scope of the view of his figure and the amethyst chakra flames. Interesting indeed. "Shiny. Most impressive...quite.." She paused, and then shook her head. "Would you mind if I asked what, exactly, are you? I have never seen chakra blend like that.." There was a bit of awe in her voice, but the reminder of the injured man prodded her brain. "Ah, yes, how rude of me. I'm a medic nin, I can patch up this man if he is willing to endure the process."

Senko shifted a little keep his hands in his pocket as he made a semi-circle around the female. "I'm sure he'd be more than willing to endure it if you are willing to help him." Senko slowed his breathing, and once more lowered his chakra level. If there wasn't going to be a fight there was no reason to let his chakra run rampant. Doing so would be like lighting a candle in darkness, it was a beacon that would attract the attention of others. Shifting his weight against a tree, he brought his gaze completely to the woman, a moment taken to ponder her previous question.

"What am I? Do you mean who?" The what was a valid question, but that seemed a little personal. "I am Senko, but I suppose that if you did mean what, I can't really answer that. I am a soulless child of science who has come back from the dead... for unknown reasons. So I'd like to say that I am human, much like yourself............... but I'm not sure that is the case." Senko felt a little bit of darkness grasping him, it seemed every time he thought of his strange predicament, there was a ping of pain that fed the ever growing dark flame that ate away at the hollow spot where his heart and soul should be.

Violet hues never left the man who circled her, and the hair on the back of her neck rose in alarm as he did so, but she settled herself with the knowledge that the man had yet to lunge an attack, and thus it would likely be fine. "Who? No, I am far less interested in WHO you are, but rather, WHAT, you are." Like a predator stalking it's prey, those hues found Senko once more, and there was an almost madness within them, a curiousity that would easily rival any feline's own.

As the man explained to the best of his knowledge what he was, she listened with piquing interest. Oh yes, a creature of science...created and born of it, that would explain a great deal. And thus made him just that much more valuable, in her opinion. To create a creature simply through the will of science...her desire for that knowledge was nearly tangible, and she offered an almost coy smile. "I see...Would...you be opposed to allowing me to study you?" Rin was sort've no-nonesense, she didn't see the point in skirting around what she wanted to ask. There was something dark dwelling within the male, and it was worth her attentions, at least to figure out what it was, and how it worked.

Perhaps she could put the applications she learned to use later, for her own needs.

Senko stopped, a little stunned. Would he be opposed to someone studying him? His face went completely blank, his mind slowly wandering back to the lab, back to the white coats, the injections, the tests, the excessive training, more tests, pricks, pokes, and the utter violation that takes place when 'men of science' want to study something. The blank gaze melted away to anger, his brows furrowing as his visage began to contort, yet the expression was only brief. As quickly as it came it faded away, and he forced calmness to grasp his troubles and discard them.

Taking a deep breath Senko smiled and shook his head, his gaze pulling away from the woman as he looked down at the ground. "Yes, I would be opposed to you studying me, just as I'm sure you'd be opposed to me killing you. What you might do in the name of science, I'm sure I would do in the name of strength, or maybe brutality." She was safe for now, Senko had found some value in the male and desired his health.... and this female seemed to offer a solution to the leg problem. "Well no, I believe it is only proper to introduce yourself, considering I mistakenly gave you my name."

Ah, that reaction, it was one she had seen many times by those that had escaped labs. How droll, it made her job that much more difficult, afterall. Those men who performed such actions to scar their patients were not men of science, in her opinion, but little better than monsters in white coats. No, there was rarely the need to go to such dire effects as those creatures had, but she would bide her time, and merely bowed her head a bit in respect for his decision. "Yes, I would be highly opposed to that, I imagine, and very well. I will respect your decision, I see no need to force the issue if it is not fruitful."

At the comment of the name, Rin blinked a few times, as if startled, before actually allowing a soft laugh to roll from her throat. "Ah, yes. My apologies, your ...being caught me off guard, and put me into a different mind-set. I am Rin Suzume, A medic nin to Kirigakure." The woman's stance seemed to change completely as she relaxed, the serious expression melting from her visage, and instead it became one showed a hint of a smile as she knelt near the injured man, Aoiro. Green chakra flowed from her palms and fingertips as she examined the leg. Twisted ligament, and a sharp sprain. Luckily it was not broken, it should have been, if he had hit it through a tree like she was told. Lucky boy.

"I see, well a pleasure to meet you Rin Suzume of Kirigakure." Senko nodded his head, a smile spreading across his face. Of course it really wasn't a pleasure, in fact at this point Senko was purely annoyed by Rin's existence. Not because of her mannerisms, or because of what she asked, or how she talked. Rather it was because of what she was, she was a torturous lab technician in a white coat, and even if she wasn't in a white coat right now.... he could see ever so clearly that she was a fiend. Of course it only seemed to suite the situation that Rin was a product of the 'Bloody Mist'.

Senko's left fist clenched a little as dark nails dug into his skin, yet his face remained calm. He needed to make sure that she couldn't feel his hostility. Small talk seemed to be the answer, "So Rin of Kirigakure, what brings you to these parts?"