Hey Come On Lets not fight!

[Ii Hissori]

A night out without drinking was certainly something that Hissori liver was going to enjoy. Instead, the man was going to make himself a great dinner of fresh slow roasted tamarin covered pork, steamed vegetables, and a stirfry rice. Getting a chance to relax with that and maybe find some entertainment. Now though all the man had to do was walk through the streets through to his apartment.

In the dusk of Sunagakure’s Residents, ii Hissori was just humming. He had a rice hat on, and a pair of rather loose looking silk shorts ideal for the heat of the city. Finally, he had an open chested shirt, that revealed just a little bit of a scar over his chest. The man seemed content, and happy as he just whistled a small tune turning down a side alley to cut his way into the court yard of his apartment complex.

However, when the man made the move, the adult would instantly regret it. Three men were in the back of the wall, two on one side, and one on the other. Making his way past them, Hissori stumbled as one tried to stick out their foot to trip the retired shinobi.

“Excuse me.” Hissori would say as the man straighten himself up to look around either side of him to see that the two men on the left hand side of him was blocking his way. Inwardly, the strawberry blonde older gentlemen sighed. No one ever messed with him when he was in Kirigakure or Iwagakure, but since coming to Sanugakure, the man had been tested a lot. Now especially the man couldn’t really defend himself, because it would draw attention to who he really was.

“Come on guys, there is no real need for this, I am just an old man.” Hissori said with a nervous laugh putting both hands up, hoping that no one would throw any punches or he’d actually have to fight.
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[Kazu]

[OOC Note: This topic is happening right after the Bloodline Swap RP [here].]

Yatamaru had lost track of all time.

Lost, to the endless reaches of his own mind and the world beyond him, he roamed the land in bittersweet confusion and apprehension; what should he do? How could he continue on with so little of the sage's parting gift — the sacred sake, Kouki — remaining; after seeing the things that he had, he wondered how he could possibly go on without it. After such a thing, such a sight, such a marvel, such a... "HOLY SHIT, WILL EVERYTHING JUST STOP ALREADY!"

His mind cleared. His thoughts settled.

And with it came clarity. He realized where he was: Sunagakure, home sweet home. Specifically, he was in an alleyway. An occupied one...with what seemed to be a mugging.

Did I scream that out loud?

His vision was still hazy, he was having a little bit of trouble walking. He was readjusting to normality; did things always stand so still? How long was I out? A thought raced into Yatamaru's head: more importantly, was there any more of the stuff left?! He uncorked the gourd tied to his right wrist and a golden glow emanated from just near the bottom of the container. Maybe a few mouthfuls left. Five at most. He let that solemn reality sink in.

With no other recourse than to deal with the matter at hand, the dazed madman turned to the group of harassers and said, "Come on guys, he's just an old man." Then he flashed the man a thumbs up and smiled, assuring him that all was taken care of, and that things were perfectly under control. With his other hand he fished for something in his pocket, revealing a box of smokes and a lighter. He greedily plucked one for himself, deftly and without looking, then light it with his other hand. Smooth as silk.

Then he offered the rest of them the pack, adding coyly, "Forget about him. What you guys really wanna do is leave before anything happens."

He took a long inhale of his cigarette. Blowing out through his nose and mouth, he let the smoke hang in place of words.

 

[Ii Hissori]

Hissori would be relieved as the sand shinobi stepped in. Wherever he came from, the strawberry blonde man was happy that Oda came. Standing up a bit taller, the man tried to make himself more presentable. He did not know what Oda was going to say or even if he was going to join the thugs side, but Hissori felt that someone stepping between him and the group of three thugs was going to be something that seemed to declare Oda being on his side. With his hands still up protectively Hissori gave a nervous laugh.

“We were just talking move on before we make you move on.” The leader of the group said right before Oda spoke. Both the thugs and Hissori jumped a bit at the man speaking so much louder than necessary. Something seemed equally wrong with this man which made the thug front and center to roll up his arms and prepare for the beating.

When Hissori was called old however he scowled. “I’m not that old.” He muttered meekly though he assumed that it was not the best thing to say when he was currently being saved by this Anbu. Staring at the group, Hissori kept tense and nervous readier to react if someone was to surprise attack him. After all, just because the man was in a bit of a rough shape, Hissori could probably take almost all of them. Keeping the defensive stance, the head thug pushed forward again to get into the face of Oda.

“I said you better leave now before you get yourself hurt.” The man said his sunken tan face near Oda, inhaling the ciggaratte smoke coughing just a bit before he pushed them.
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Spoiler

Forgot to Mark this as for Training, 250+ Words.