Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-27375402-20160309215319/@comment-27375402-20160317014748

DM’s Post

The samurai listened to the boy’s reasoning behind his actions and couldn’t help but chuckle at the mere sight of the child acting somewhat childish, to him he had considered the shinobi a constant danger and it seemed somewhat calming to witness that despite their titles of shinobi that they were still, however, in fact, children. Bowing his head slightly he turns to his side to let the Genin walk past him to meet with the third who had attempted to distract him, slowly approaching the trio though remaining at a distance as to not offer the impression that he sought to harm them.

“Why? We’re not in Konohagakure, this forest belongs to the Land of Fire, not your village. I was travelling as I do, attempting to find where my path would lead me” he spoke before turning to the white eyed child.

“Green light? That was a shinobi. Silver hair, white mask, he came to help me stall the bear but it seemed had instructions to leave, so he vanished.” The man relayed truthfully before tapping at his chin, nodding as if to confirm that he what he had said was precisely what he had remembered before pointing off towards a linear path where the trees lay torn down and damaged.

“He was extremely fast so I don’t think you’d be able to catch him, but he went that way”

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As the two Genin approached, he walked forth to meet with them halfway before coming to a halt whilst listening to the answers the samurai had to answer though it seemed to offer little importance to him as he seemed more so intent on returning the villagers and with his right hand still somewhat numb from the prior accidental self-electrocution and his peers in somewhat of a struggling position, he felt the need to request assistance despite how his peers would feel, Ryouta was impulsive enough to care not for their opinions.

“Hey, we’re in pretty bad shape and I doubt we can carry the villagers by ourselves, you care to help us carry them back?” despite how genuine the question had sounded, there was still somewhat of a need to be suspicious, his golden eyes staring down the samurai clad in armour as if he were analysing whatever reaction would occur, hoping to discover any flaw in his body language or his words.

