Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160502081424/@comment-27375402-20160502110956

The boy bowed respectfully toward both the female and her ninken companion, the sight of the adorable puppy was immensely endearing, his eyes glistening at the sight of the adorable canine, resisting the temptation to step forth and pet the incredibly abundance of cuteness. The distraction preventing the child from noticing Yukiusagi’s appearance, blinking repeatedly in confusion, before hurriedly stepping inside, hoping not to lag too far behind, shutting the door behind him, his eyes drifting toward the bare-footed Yuki, inspiring the child to remove his sandals, pressing the bottom of his feet against the cold surface, sending a chilling sensation along his spine.

The boy then turned to face the direction of Ikime, catching a glimpse of the familiar black strands of hair he recalled from the fair, the frightened, fleeing thief. In a single moment, time had come to a standstill in Ryouta’s eyes, observing his surroundings between him and the thief before realising that recklessly charging toward the criminal would in fact be far too destructive. ‘Not today, it seems’ Byakkotai spoke within the child’s mind before the boy nodded, seemingly to himself which was quite peculiar ‘Nope, but one day he’ll get what’s coming to him’ the child thought to himself, replying to the spirit’s words.

Introductions were exchanged and Ryouta merely offered both a smile and a wave as he did with the female guest, the sound of a growl however spurred Ryouta into action as he noticed Ikime’s eyes widen in fear, stumbling steps backwards in a rushed retreat. Gritting his teeth, Ryouta acted quickly, forming the Tiger seal, pouring chakra into the base of his feet and disappearing from his position into a mere blur instantaneously, reappearing once, upside down on the ceiling between his original position and Ikime’s before vanishing and reappearing behind the black haired boy with a hand gripping the hilt of his katana with his featured advocating disgust and anger.

“Hello thief” the boy spoke before reaching out with his left hand, his index and middle finger sliding into the hole of the vase whilst his thumb gripped the exterior of the top of it, though it slowly slipped as Ryouta drew his blade.

“Help me with this and I might not hurt you” the boy said, in a somewhat comical and strained tone as it truly wore the boy’s poor grip.

