Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-30269418-20161109154158/@comment-24937485-20161109171518

Bowing respectfully to the Kayame who left him alone in her son’s room, he thought back to a moment that occurred a minute ago, before he was taken into a cozy apartment. He had noticed it very clearly, from the corner of his eye a woman whose micro expressions twisted her face into a look of content that normal people would most likely not be able to recognize. But in the way he glanced it’d be unlikely for her to notice he had even seen her as his eyes were back on Kayame within the span on a blink as if nothing had happened; nothing in his behavior suggested he had taken any note of the unknown woman.

For now he also chose to not ask Kayame anything about it as he didn’t want her to make the strange woman aware of his suspicions of her odd behavior. But he kept a clear mental note while looking around the messy room that made him think it was some spoiled brat who lived here without any proper guidance in life, that, or something deeper was going on.

Amongst the various things of interest that caught his eye, there was a stained cloth. Taking it in his hand he would sniff it in order to see whether it was blood or something else. The smell of blood was something far from unknown to him and his senses were very acute.

After that he took a look through several cabinets, and shuffled through empty boxes of food, but found nothing of interest until taking a glance under the bed where he saw a black box.

“Hmm….”

Without getting up, and seemingly without doing anything, his right hand moved behind the guise of a long sleeve and within a moment’s notice there was an exact copy of him standing behind him in an inquisitive pose.

“Have a peek, will you?” Asked the original.

“Ofcourse.” Said the Shadow clone, while smiling, before swapping places with the original in order to look under the bed and see the box. Then, the clones eyes, suddenly turned a vile crimson, each eye marked with three tomoe, that marked the signature Sharingan of the Uchiha that allowed it to see whether there was chakra inside the box, or anything else that stood out thanks to seeing every last detail. If nothing was unordinary, the clone would grab the box with its left arm while preparing a handseal with the other. If there was no reaction the clone would pull the box closer and slowly open it with the same arm.

Meanwhile the original took a few steps back and curiously looked at what'd happen, or what'd be revealed.