Surely... (private)

[Keigo Oen]

"Come again?"​

Days like this were a dime a dozen, if such meant literally everyday. The sun shining brightly out into the amber hues emitted by the rays of the sun. The birds flew high above the ever apparent glee of the afternoons charm upon the land hidden within a Cloud. Hyazo would be seen with a book lightly placed within his digits, and his eyee reading black and white, what seemed to be something from the offices of the Raikage... Bingo book records or something. Who knew really?

The breeze would cut his train of thought causing him to stop to look up and around him with a slight smile apparent upon his lips as they would deviously curl showing a pearl smile behind vicious canines, he kept good care of his body... his heart especially, he was a cardio specialist with the ANBU and with the downsizing of ANBU Guards he would be called away from his normal carefree antics, but it was for the love of his beloved country, was it not? Well until someone crossed him... then he would likely lash out... but he had no reason to do such yet.

Then again he hoped never to have such reasoning. He was a loyalist. But if someone were to cross his people... They'd see hell.

 

[Shinku]

It went against all the screaming voices in her head, but Torachi knew that is she was going to get out of her flunk she was going to need to retrain herself again from the very beginning. Despite the years spent hiding away in her apartment she’d still managed to retain the rank of AiT, a perfect starting point for her to prove that she was still every bit the talent she was back in her ANBU days. Though not perfect she had always practiced with the Jyuuken fighting style in private and as such she felt confident with it still, her stamina however had taken a hard, heavy hit and she was willing to admit it.

What was the best way for her to build up her stamina again though? It wasn’t something she could do easily at home; whilst possible she didn’t want to be thirty years old when she was finally back in shape. She had thusly decided that she would start jogging, twice around the village for now but building up as she felt her body changing. She stepped out of the door to her apartment ready for her first, nerve wracking day of exercise dressed in a grey pair of jogging pants with a matching hoodie that was at least two sizes too big for her, but it meant the hood quite nicely draped over most of her features with a shadow. She stepped out of the building and onto the grimy streets where after a few quick stretches she was on her way, the first step to winning back her honour and the first step to showing her family that she didn’t need them, that she was still the prodigy they hailed her as, Byakugan or not.

After so long locked away in her home she had quite forgotten just how large the village was, especially if you were trying to run around the outside twice on your first real day of exercise. In her defence she’d managed to get around fully once, it was the second circuit where the reality of it all slapped her in her sweaty face, her pace had slowed right down to a speed walk and she was feeling the burn in her lungs, hard. Unwillingly she would come to a stop, collapsing to her knees, panting hard as sweat dripped off of her chin and onto the ground, making a tell-tale puddle as she attempted to regain composure.

Unbeknownst to her at this point she had stopped not far away from where Hyazo was currently sitting and she started to curse herself out loud. “Fuckin’ piece of shit body! *pant* Is this all you can do… *pant* Flabby fuckin’ ass can do *pant* more than this?! *pant* You’re a fuckin’ disgrace!” She closed her eyes, having vented a little of her frustrations she fell forwards, resting her hands on the ground as she tried to catch her breath.

If this hadn’t been enough to catch the males attention then perhaps the marking on the backs of her hands would, to most the markings mean nothing but having been an ANBU so long he might recognise them from the stories told about her. One of the youngest people to ever rise to the rank of ANBU, the girl who lost her eyes on a mission, was disowned by her family and forever marked with the symbol of three wilted flowers, forever cursed to be a traitor and an outcast. At this point not much but the story was known as she’d gone AWOL just over four years ago, but if the stories were true then this girl would fit the description perfectly.

 

[Keigo Oen]

'...Heh...'​

He'd been sitting there for a while just getting and a small bite to eat. Something good for the spirit, lightly fried rice with an assortment of veggies over honey grilled chicken. And with him always was a jug of water. Nodding to himself as he looked through the book. He tried to analyze where some of these culprits could be with their last seen and various Missing Safe Havens to step into. That was the name of the game for this ANBU. He was a deep analitical person. HE often tried to have a deeper insight on how people did things. Though, he was a Guard to the heart. To his core.

**Thudd**

Someone would land on the ground behind him... but he started not to pay it any mind he eyed the person while turning around slowly. But before he even got to it. The cursing... and that voice was almost near unmistakable. Torachi... The byakugan user... very sexy for her age. Nodded. But why was she cursing herself? He listened further before stepping off his stool and kneeling down leaning the bottle of water to her. "...Tora-san?", he'd smile a bit. Though, with that the information began running through his head. Maybe she'd come back? It was his duty to take her in, but if this was her... why'd she come out at all? Hell, had she left to begin with? She'd lost her Byakugan eyes was shunned by her family...

Hell, Hyazo would have went rogue if those things happened to him. Though he wasnt too sure on the details, stories were stories, and may be his chance to find things out on his own. For now he wouldnt make a scene. "Come come... Let me get you something to eat... this place has some good barbecue, and you can rest for a second...", his voice was light-hearted and concerned sincerely. First she needed to take the water though. With that he'd help her get up if she allowed.

Hopefully everything went well...

 

[Shinku]

Her heartrate was starting to slow and return to normal, the sweat however was still dripping from her chin and had started to do so from the tip of her nose also, creating quite the tell-tale stain beneath her. She was quite pooped after having done so little in terms of exercise in so long, looks like practicing stances and unarmed techniques just wasn’t enough. One of the downsides of being so sweaty was when the sweat got into your scars, it made them quite itchy and though she was doing her best to ignore it the scar on her throat throbbed for attention, thankfully she was quickly distracted from the sensation but for how long?

An unfamiliar voice would speak her name, her eyes widened in fright. “I-it’s not Kitsune… W-who… shitshitshitSHIT!” She would repeat over in her head as the paranoia began to take over. She spotted the bottle of water and reached for it instinctively, her own had run out during the first lap of the village so she was a little desperate. She sat up, now kneeling on the ground but her eyes daren’t scan the stranger, not yet as she started to drink from the bottle, after a few mouthfuls, she put it behind herself and poured it over the back of her neck, rubbing gently at the massive scar that was now on show. “Ahhh…” She sighed in relief as the itched subsided.

The voice would speak again, clearly this was a person who had known her long ago and still recognised her but who? She didn’t exactly have any friends that she was aware of, she knew for a fact that she was a colossal bitch to everyone… yet here this man was… offering her food. Needless to say she was dumbfounded to the point that she simply accepted at the promise off BBQ meat, her favorite, not that he should know that probably just a coincidence. “Y-yeah… I need a rest… meat sounds… good too…” She managed to stutter nervously, if this man knew the old her he’d know that was very out of character. She got herself up to her feet and started to move with him, taking glances at his face as she racked her brain trying to find a name or anything, a little embarrassing that she clearly didn’t know who he was at all.

[MFT - 396]