Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-34754862-20170603232159/@comment-28920809-20170607193610

He was the odd man out and knew it. A fact that the voice in his head pointedly reminded him of. Almost excessively, even. Hitoshi was usually really good and blocking the voice out. Then again, Kenta wasn't usually this abrasive. Nasty jokes were one thing but Hitoshi detected none of his usual mirth. Almost like he had a genuine dislike for the situation or the people.

“Hello. Thanks for giving me this chance.”  Hitoshi responded in kind. Cheerful and genuinely warm.

''“You don't need to be nice to them. Just look at that fat fuck...”''  Kenta derided after a long line of other comments. The words echoed and trailed off into oblivion before absolute silence.

Hitoshi even visually shook his head like he was trying to shake off a fly or mosquito. He didn't even feel the mentor inside warranted a response and he was sure to have to deal with him later. He'd have to sleep sometime and there was no real escape in the end. He was, fortunately, let alone with his thoughts and the company of his teammates for the rest of their trip.

For all of his high marks in the academy, he was already making a bad name for himself as a ninja. He scarcely made an attempt to mitigate the effects of his chi sau rings. At such an accelerated pace it was less of a constant jingle but rather a distinctive though partially muffled 'clank' whenever there was a solid impact after a jump. Otherwise, his arms remained largely stationary enough for just the smallest and minute of noises.

The apprehension of his sensei and the rise of fog immediately threw the genin into high alert. All motion halted and he took up the appropriate position. It was in that moment that the other two may have noticed that there wasn't a sound from him. Not from the last few steps all the way to coming to an abrupt stop. No clank, jingle, or anything to even indicate that the rings even existed. An eerie phenomenon that—to those attentive enough-- could reassure them that he wasn't going to be a liability for the entire trip.

His hands even lifted and clasped together. A series of unfamiliar handsigns flew together only to have nothing happen. Even to Ken's senses, there wasn't even a noticable shift in chakra in or around the genin. Immediately in his own head, the voice broke the silence. ''“Idiot... You can't use that jutsu yet. You're pretty slow picking it up.”''

The false alarm passed and the journey continued until the group came to its next encounter. The fog grew more and more dense, the smell, and finally the girl. The whole thing felt really fishy right off the bat. He felt compelled that immediately duck back inside his miniature spiritual world and ask for advice. As if he could sense this Kenta's voice hit him again before he had the chance ''“Fuck it. You wanted to go on this mission. You get yourself through it. I'm just going to sit back and smell the roses.” '' Emphases placed on that last word forcing Hitoshi to squint his eyes. He couldn't help wonder if he was just given a hint.

His hand swung back and brushed gently against his waistband and rope-belt briefly. An innocuous gesture on its own if it weren't the hiding space for his senbon. A perk of lacking any sort of professional attire allowed him to more easily hide things like this. Even if he didn't reach for them fully but rather let the palm of his hand press against the hidden tip of one of the weapons just enough to push past the wraps on his hand and break the skin. A pin prick and nothing more.

With that, he made one more glance around before stepping towards the girl. His pace slow and he stopped at a point where he was still within ten feet of his sensei. In appearances, he was on the opposite end of the spectrum of their sensei. Tall for his age, lanky, and warm enough to avoid a menacing presence. His attire closer to the girl's own than that of any ninja. His hands turned now with palms facing towards her to show that they were completely empty. “Hey there. I just want to talk to you.”