"I know, I know, it's getting closer. Get off my back about it, already."
He had been searching for some time. Morutobu hurried through the streets of the village, through several alleyways, bearing the appearance of his big brother, taking human form by the simple expedient of their Beast Clone jutsu. In combination with the mask, it was much the best way to keep one's identity to themselves, but Moru knew that his target would be all too aware of who he was. For a time, Moru stood in that bedroom he'd visited on one other occasion, having discreetly slipped into the Sakurako clan complex. Waiting there with arms folded one over the other, and with no sign of Keiyaku, he waited for the twofold boy to return, his stance making it clear he was being demanded on an official summons.
Morutobu let out a soft little grumble, turning into a low growl; the only method he had of communicating in the absence of human speech.
He had been searching for some time. Morutobu hurried through the streets of the village, through several alleyways, bearing the appearance of his big brother, taking human form by the simple expedient of their Beast Clone jutsu. In combination with the mask, it was much the best way to keep one's identity to themselves, but Moru knew that his target would be all too aware of who he was. For a time, Moru stood in that bedroom he'd visited on one other occasion, having discreetly slipped into the Sakurako clan complex. Waiting there with arms folded one over the other, and with no sign of Keiyaku, he waited for the twofold boy to return, his stance making it clear he was being demanded on an official summons.
Morutobu let out a soft little grumble, turning into a low growl; the only method he had of communicating in the absence of human speech.