Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309220940/@comment-27375402-20160311130743

The child listens intently to the happenings just beyond the vast trees, words were heard yet the child found it near impossible to make out the words, it seemed like but a faint whisper in the distance, mumbled words and he remains squatting down, shifting his attention between the separate sources of sound, he heard one set of footsteps fall silent and in its place, nothing but a sound of pain. 'Got one' the blonde Genin thought to himself, just barely restraining his excitement at the successful use of his trap in his first encounter, though through a brief exhalation of a deep breath, the Genin seemed re-composed once more.

As the assailant came into sight, irritation was the instinctive emotion coursing through the child’s mind, he had already assumed that the others were enemies and the sign of the forehead protector only fuelled a heavy suspicion that they were imitating shinobi, insulting the pride Ryouta felt as a shinobi, gritting his teeth, he knew it far too moronic to make a soundless presumption and instead decided the most effective outcome would come from a test of their capabilities.

The golden eyed Genin tossed the kunai into the air, seemingly appearing to have surrendered to the concept that on the tiniest possibility that there was a shinobi he hadn’t seen before among the village between his early daily journey to the training grounds to his mindless wandering through the streets and the halls of the Hokage’s large structure. Though even an unskilled graduate of the Academy would recognise the slightest movements with Ryouta’s left hand, looped around the index finger and the thumb of it was the metallic string, almost invisible to the eye unless the attention were drawn away from the Genin and more to his hands.

In the brief moment, the child retrieves both hands, placing them behind his back as if standing upright in a polite stance in greeting to the stranger, though the retraction was to pull on the kunai and send it flying in a trajectory targeting the nape of the stranger, realising that he had to sustain the stranger’s attention upon him, the child bows his head politely.

“Ren Takeshi, I’m a Genin and just recently graduated. Nice to meet you” the child spun a lie in order to deceive the presence before him and keep their attention away from the swiftly approaching projectile.