Setsumon Rozan
It wouldnt take long at all to be honest, Rozan was beginning to get the hang of the language. . . but it was all spoken he couldnt grasp it properly until he could see how the words were enunciated and properly spoken. Not that he didnt trust Natsu, he just put more trust into the things he could see. . . but he was doing as best he could. Using his creative Jutsu of 'Snapshot Writing' he would copy everything Natsu would teach him. It made it alot easier to understand after being able to see it. He was a very tactful, handson type of learner. He wasnt bad with word of mouth but phonetics. . . was more than just spoken word. It was an artistry of linguistics. And Rozan took it very seriously.
"Έτσι. . . Uhh. . . Το όνομά μου είναι. . . Rozan της οικογένειας Setsumon. . .? ...Right?, nodding to himself as he was beginning to fully grasp it but again he needed to be able to learn it effectively and efficiently, and the best was was in their library. So he would continue learning non-stop until they got there, the cat stopping only for food and to rest for a few hours at a time, but the chakra that Rozan fed it with his ability to create many fruits and veggies at will, he would be a walking grocery store. "Do, ĉu vi kredas ke la Traktato tuj estos en ordo?", he'd smile and tilt his head. Wondering if all was going to be well. . . hope in hsi heart filling his eyes he just didnt want to be away from his family too long. Constantly pulling a picture of Cereza out of his wallet as well as his children, he missed them so much. . . and it had only been two days. . .
[Entering country - Heading to Gates!]