A/N Well Fuckers, it has been awhile, hasn't it? Needless to say I've had a few issues with writting this chapter, not with the story itself but writing overall. On top of work, a lot of damned work, and family staying over. Well I've not really had time to work on it. If you add the other stories I'm trying to start to add varity to my story telling and using that to build even more skills. Well, you get the picutre. Last of all, I will be damned if it takes this long to get the next one out... anyway, I hope you fuckers enjoy this chapter, and any reviews will be read and if needed responed too. Peace Fuckers - Two
Outskirts of Honkanai Village 10:43 | Sunday 22th April 13 aNb | Land of Fire
Two days have passed since the incident occurred. The wounds have healed mostly, at least those the four shinobi bear on their skin. Those that dwell beneath, however, are very much present, a fact Taisuke and Kaneto had not expected. Their Sensei does all she can to alleviate the burdens as they made camp, while Kaii kept to himself, his own demons already too deep. It has been a few hours since they broke camp and just as the sun is closing in on the peak of its arch, the small wooden walls of Honkanai Village come into view. Without any mention, the pace of the elder man increases as a small grin begins to plaster itself across his face.
Team 14 follow suit, keeping their formation solid. None wish to be lax as the end of their mission is in sight. Only an hour at most and their hardships would be over, their pay justly earned and the experiences put behind them. At least that's what they hope to happen, but as the gate comes into view, out of thin air two shinobi blink into existence. On instinct, Iku body flickers to the front of the group while the rest form a defensive position around Genryu. Each taking a cardinal direction with only the front, where Iku stands not covered by the genin.
The first of the two shinobi is short, at least by Konoha standards. Her muted grey eyes are firmly on Team 14 as her short black hair rests in two long braids, bound by a white cloth. At the ends is an unusual golden ring, with spikes in varying directions. Her attire is not too dissimilar from Iku's, as she too dons a typical shinobi uniform but she wears a sleeveless haori in place of a flak jacket. Her top is the usual black, but it too lacks sleeves and as far as the team can tell the back is also missing, though their angle does not offer a conclusive answer. Her trousers are as typical as it gets, along with the shinobi kit strapped to her left leg. Both of her forearms are covered by long onyx armbands, though from the distance, none can tell if they are purely aesthetic or for defensive purposes. The last notable feature that Team 14 can tell is the lack of shinobi sandals, hers are different and resemble those worn by the lands far east of Fire.
The second shinobi is far less… subtle. He stands tall, letting his muscles flex instinctively as he stares the team down. His height is far greater than that of his companions, bordering on six foot five, maybe six foot six. Again, the distance between them creates a lack of evidence to support either. This shinobis hair is far less interesting, as it is white and short, however, his eyebrows are vastly more outlandish. They are long and at the ends curve upwards, doing a lot to bring anyone's attention to the crimson eyes below them. His upper body is covered by a black top and white jacket, both left open, exposing his muscular chest and what seems like a vicious scar. Under the jacket lay two belts, one above the other with the lower one just under the belt hooks of his black shinobi pants. On the upper left is a katana, sheathed in a long white scabbard which also sports floral patterns of some sort. The grip of the katana is wrapped in a crimson cloth, with the pommel a nice silver to finish it off nicely. The sleeves of his jacket are rolled up, with black combat closed toed sandals to bring his attire together, whether or not he realises it.
For a for minutes both parties are content to a simply standoff. Neither aware of the other's intentions or loyalties. Iku's mind is set racing as she places a hand behind her back coughs once, getting the attention of Kaii and Taisuke, who stand at the flanks of Genryu. In an instant, she conveys a message via hand signs. Afterwards, she relaxes her stance and begins to slowly close the distance between herself and the two shinobi. The shorter of the two doesn't respond, but the larger begins to smirk as he crosses his arms.
Once only ten or so feet away from the two, Iku stops and begins to speak. "Would you two please allow us to pass?" Her words are chosen carefully. She doesn't care who they are, she only cares about getting past safely, something the wicked look in the man's eye could complicate.
A brief silence ensues as the kunoichi inspects Iku from her position. After a moment or two, she responds. "Konoha-san, we will take Genryu-sama from you." The woman's words seem respectful yet they a muted and emotionless. As she finishes she pulls out a collection of bills from her pouch. "This should cover the expenses."
Iku immediately becomes very tense as the woman waves the collection of bills. Money is only ever flaunted when someone wants something, and on top of that, the missions bill was settled back in Konoha. So why would she be offering more? Iku finds many answers in her mind but not one seemed to fit the situation. "Before I leave Genryu-san in your care… please, can I have your names?"
The kunoichi frowns at the question, stuffing the money back into her pouch with a great deal of force. It seems like she is about to launch at Iku, but a hand appears on her shoulder. That of her companion. "Excuse my partner, I am Daichi Ryu and that is Kawa Akari." He gestures to the kunoichi at his side. "Now, if you don't mind, please allow Genryu-sama to come with us. The elder council is expecting him." Like the tone of his companion, his words appear emotionless.
More then any normal shinobi would be, but before Iku can ask another question, Genryu taps her on the shoulder. Somehow he moved quickly enough for all 3 genin to miss, that or they were too busy keeping an eye out. "Iku-san, thank you for seeing me safely to my destination. Those are my personal bodyguards… before you ask, they were on a mission for the council, which is why I contracted Konoha for my escort."
The elder man hobbles over to Akari and Ryu. When right next to them, all of Team 14 hear muffled curses. Genryu turns around after a second or two, waving goodbye as the two shinobi follow him into the village. All of the team watch as they are eventually lost in the distance, with the team now all stood together. A sigh soon escapes Iku's lips as she turns to her genin.
"We'll spend the rest of today and tonight here, that way we can return to Konoha at full speed tomorrow." All three of the genin look relieved at the idea of spending some time relaxing after the incident. "Right let's go."
On her word they all begin to make their way into the village, passing a small guard detail at the front gate. They say nothing but nod as the shinobi pass them, more than likely due to the fact they were seen with a village elder. No reason to question someone in that position. The village itself is very outdated, with its buildings all being made from various woods and only a basic layer of plaster on the outside to help keep the heat in. Its roads are nothing but dirt, with the buildings themselves creating what is and is not a road. Unlike Konoha, there are no telegraph poles which must mean the village has no power. At least that is what Kaii believes as he inspects each and every detail he can as his teammates converse lightly.
Soon enough they arrive at what they can only assume to be a district solely for travellers by a row of three or four inns and a tavern or two as well. The architecture too is also different, it's more modern, the wooden buildings replaced by ones with stone and wood, the rooftops to utilizing tiles instead of wooden planks. The road is far cleaner and less dusty as a few pop up stalls litter the sides leaving a good amount of room for carts to pass down the centre. Iku makes the decision to have them stay at the first inn, not bothered by the costs or even the quality of the stay. A place to sleep needs only that, a place to sleep for a shinobi. Any more would be too much and could very well cause a lack of discipline.
The doors to the smallest of the inn's open easily, well maintained and recently cleaned. The floor beneath the team as they make their way to the front desk is wooden planks. Each like the doors recently cleaned as well as covered in a few rugs to add colour to the otherwise brown overtone of the room. The walls too are wooden planks, but like the floor have an arrangement of additions to help it stand out. A few portraits hang as well as landscape pieces of art, depicting what looks like varying placers from the Five Great Nations. The main desk for the inn is placed directly opposed to the doors into the establishment, at the other end of the rather small room. The desk is a lighter wood than the rest of the room, taking up most of the far wall, with cabinets and shelves behind it with items varying from keys and paper.
Two figures stand behind the desk, a rather short man and a woman who is slightly taller than the former. The man has short brown hair which is well groomed and slicked back, his clothes are a simple formal worn in monotone colours. His co-worker shares the same coloured formal attire, hers only the female uniform opposed to the male one. Her hair is held up in a simple and rather formal ponytail, with the auburn tail hanging over her right shoulder. Both hold small smiles on the faces as they watch the four shinobi slowly ameble over to the desk. In only a moment, Iku is leant on the edge of the desk, looking to and from the two attendants.
The first to talk is the woman, her tone is open and welcoming. "Welcome to Sleepy Owl Inn and Natural Spring, how may we help you today, Shinobi-san?" She sends a warm smile to each of the genin before returning her gaze to that of the eldest shinobi.
"A single large room, with both dinner and breakfast. Oh, and sometime in the Spring as well." Iku is quick to answer the woman's query, pulling out a wallet from her pouch and beginning to fidget with the notes inside.
"Certainly, do you wish to enter the Spring now or later?" The man is the one to ask this time, his college is busy looking through a decently sized hard backed book. One that can only be assumed to hold the vacancies of the Inn.
Iku places a few bills on the desk and quickly pockets her purse. "Later, we'd like to be seen to our room first." As she finishes the Inn worker closes the book and turns to the wall behind her. Filled with keys, along with numbers above each hook. After a moment she takes one of the keys and turns back to Iku and her genin.
"You are on the first floor, room three. Please enjoy your stay and feel free to ask us for anything during your stay." The worker places the keys onto the desk, taking the money as she does. In the next moment, she places the money into a till and both her and her college bow to their guests as Iku takes the keys from the desk.
The bow is short and curt, and once finished the man leaves his position behind the desk and gestures for his guests to follow. They do with Iku leading her team as they pass down an extremely well-furnished corridor. On both walls is art, ranging from simple landscapes to more exotic portraits of various things, from people to objects. A few cabinets are placed in the hall, plants on top of them along with other furnishings. Of the genin team, only Taisuke actually takes in his surroundings, looking intently at every piece of art and arrangement of flowers. The remaining two, however, are more occupied with internal thoughts, thoughts of the battle past and the lingering tension between them.
After a short while, they reach a rather well looked after oak staircase, freshly polished and letting off small glints as the sun's rays hit the wood. In quick fashion, all five make their way up the stairs and down another beautifully decorated hallway, with doors on each side at short intervals. They pass doors on the left side and on the third the inn worker stops and bows, gesturing with both of his arms to the door itself.
"This will be your accommodation, if it is not to your liking, shinobi-san, please informs us at the front desk and we will do all we can to fix any and all issues." He ends his bow as his last word leaves his maw, smiling again at the four of them before taking the same route back towards the reception.
Waiting until the inn worker is out of earshot, Iku places the key into the slot of the door. Turning it slowly as she consciously listens out for the fading steps of the polite worker. The steps don't take long to fully fade into nothingness and with them gone, Iku finishes turning the key and swings the door inward. Sliding the key back out of the door, she and the genin enter and get themselves situated in the room. Like the corridors, the room is well furnished with flowers on nearly every flat surface and paintings on the walls. Four beds line the wall to the left as they enter through the door, each no bigger than a single but covered in a thick blanket and at the head is at least two rather plump pillows.
Kaneto and Taisuke chose the two beds towards the window, placing their pouches onto the bed as they stretch. The last few days had been arduous and both were ready to start chatting like they had always done, which fills Iku with a smile. Seeing that they can revert to themselves so easily must mean they are not stuck on the fight. Though in the next instance the smile fades, she cannot be sure. Anyone, especially a shinobi can place on a mask and seem fine to those looking in. While his sensei is busy studying his two comrades, Kaii takes the bed closest to the door. Nearly mirroring the others he places his pouch onto the bed, but along with it, he unsheaths both his kusarigama and his tanto's. Both weapons are bloodstained, with the blades themselves looking dull and in need of sharpening. A task Kaii doesn't ever look forward too, yet he positions himself on the edge of the bed, with his back to the floor, and rummages through his pouch. Quickly enough he pulls out a small stone, grey in colour with a slight sheen. One that looks like it's been recently soaked in water, yet none could be found.
The first weapon he chooses is his kusarigama, the one most in need of a clean. First, he places the stone in front of him on the bed, keeping the short side of the rectangle facing him. His next motion is to rub the edged side of his sickle against the stone, slowly, methodically and with great precision. A small amount of sound is made as he rubs the two together, but it doesn't take long for it to be done. In all an hour passes as he sharpens both of his tanto's and cleans all three of his weapons. As he did so, Iku, Kaneto and Taisuke had asked if he wanted to go to the spring. He did but was so entranced by his task that he hadn't heard them.
With his weapons clean and sharp, he places them back into their sheaths and rests them on the bed. A quick survey of the room finally clues him into the fact his team has gone to the spring and not left him. Not overly bothered by the fact, he lays down onto his bed and activates his senses, feeling the surroundings to find his Sensei. After only a moment or so, he finds her chakra signal and that of his two teammates. They are all together in what he assumes is the spring, not that he has seen it for reference. As he is about to exit the sensation, he picks up another chakra signal. This one, however, is directly above him. At least a few floors are all that is between them.
Kaii's instincts begin to kick in, and without even thinking he places all of his weapons back onto his person and grabs his pouch. Without any hesitation he leaps from his bed and vigorously opens the door, leaving it to close without him as he launches down the hall. Keeping his sense on, he tracks the signal as he manoeuvres up the oak staircase, nimbly avoiding anyone he encounters while charging upwards. With his speed at its max, it doesn't take long for the genin to be at the top floor of the Inn, the signal only a few inches above the ceiling. He looks around, attempting to find a way to access the roof without actually having to open a window. Though none are there and without lamenting on the fact he sets his eyes on the nearest window.
It takes little effort to force open the window and apply chakra to his feet. Taking a few steps back he charges at the window and vaults through it, grabbing the top of the window as he does to help swing him up to the roof. The force and momentum from the action land him perfectly on the roof, only for him to turn around and be floored by the chakra signal. The pressure never lets up on his back as whoever it is, grabs his hands and forces them under their knee. With all of his limbs subdued, Kaii stops struggling and tries to turn his head to see who the attacker is. With all of his strength, he turns his head as far as he can. What he sees sparks a new wave of resistance in him, so much so he is able to free his arms and push his assailant off of his person.
Once free he rolls to his feet, poised to counterattack the assailant, turned defender. Wasting no time he leaps at the defender, twirling in the air. As he closes the last few feet he extends his right foot to connect a hard roundhouse kick to the opponents head. Unfortunately, the assailant is too fast and as his foot finds its target, Kaii realises that instead of the head he's hit the kunoichi's arm. One she tactfully placed in between the kick's trajectory. Before Kaii can recoil from the attack she grabs his ankle, spinning him around before planting him into the roof. An audible crunch is heard, loud enough to be reasonably heard by those at least two floors below the encounter.
The roof craters slightly at the boy's impact, his indentation clearly visible as he pushes himself up to a sitting position. "Anko-sensei… was that truly necessary?" He questions the woman, fully aware now of who it is as he rubs the back of his now sore head.
The woman brushes herself off, before standing straight and locking gazes with the young genin. "No, but I'm sure you knew that… now, how long have you known I was following you and the rest of your team?" Her words are slightly cold, especially when they are addressing someone who was once her genin.
"Just now… well… when we entered the village. The same itch I felt left and I thought it must have been someone from Konoha." Kaii answers truthfully, getting up fully from the last attack he sustained. His back in slight pain as he does so. "If you are here does it mean that I'm to be returned to Team Anko?" His question seems to be filled with concern, but Anko knows it to be fabricated.
"No, I'm here on my own mission, one you are getting in the way of by the way..." She tries to scold the genin, but he just smirks. She scowls at him and a battle of silence occupies the air between them for only a couple of moments, but Anko gives in to his smirk. Knowing too well he'll figure it out soon enough and she may as well contain as much information as she can. "Fine, I'm here to spy on Genryu. Hokage-sama believes there's something amiss and I'm to check it for him… but it seems you want to come along… am I right?"
The boy's smirk only grows as he is asked the question. "You know me so well Anko-sensei. He did seem to ask too many questions as we made our way here." Kaii states what he had learned on the road, thinking hard during a quick pause. "Come to think of it… When we were attacked by bandits, Taisuke somehow took far worse wounds then him… and I mean a frail old man even with the wounds he sustained should have broken a rib or two. Not just the scratches and cuts he had… which were shallow ones as well."
Anko digests what her genin has to say, fitting the pieces together in her head. "Hokage-sama must have been right then. An enemy shinobi infiltrated Konoha without anyone noticing, we better track him and see what he's up too. Those 'bodyguards' of his didn't seem like run of the mill village guards."
Kaii just nods and ready's himself to leave the roof at a moment's notice, as for Anko, she continues to think for a moment longer. That moment turns into a couple moments. Those couple into a few as Kaii becomes bored with waiting and taps her on the shoulder. She jolts to awareness, jabbing the genin in his gut for distracting her. Something he should have seen coming, as all shinobi know that bothering a shinobi in thought or one that's asleep usually leads to such an outcome.
He staggers for a second, winded as he catches a breath or two. "Anko-sensei… again was that necessary?" He waits for a second, finding Anko with a smirk of her own, he continues. "Nevermind, are you ready?"
"I am, but I'm trying to remember where I last saw them. Ah, sod it… we can just find them the usual way." Without so much as a 'let's go', Anko launches off of the roof in pure silence, landing on the next roof… and then the next as Kaii lags slightly behind. Only just catching her first leap.
The two cross the rooftops of the small village in the same silence they left the Inn in. Both focusing their tracking skills on their specific skill sets, Kaii his senses and Anko's ability to read the surroundings and find clues where most would find none. Together they work exceptionally well, even if one is only a genin. For around ten minutes they scour the Inn district of the village, leaving no stones unturned, yet they find nothing. No single clue. Content they have searched every inch of the district they make their way for the seediest district, simply named 'the red light' district. Even Kaii can tell why as they land on a rooftop as unclean as the acts going on in the streets below the two of them.
Anko is able to keep herself focused on the search, but Kaii loses focus as he looks to the street. The longer he stares the further away his Sensei gets from him, leaving him alone in the cesspool of a district. The streets are lined much like the Inn district, with a clean and obvious road with stands at both sides lining the road itself. Though in place of travellers and well-kept civilians, are whores dressed in as few clothes as possible with men groping and hanging onto them as if they were freshly cooked meat. The buildings seemed run down, but not quite dilapidated with the rooftops missing the majority of their tiles leaving the roofs exposed.
After a few more minutes of observing the acts below, Kaii snaps out of his trance and reactivates his senses. Realizing Anko didn't stop for him, he prioritises finding her again first. An easy task for him, as within a few seconds he finds her at the far end of the district, still. Which can only mean one thing, she has found a clue. With all of his muscles now tensed, he forms a few hand seals and in the next instance, he is now at his Sensei's side. Slightly nauseated from his under perfected and underutilised body flicker.
Feeling his presence Anko looks to her genin with her peripheral vision. "Kaii, I've found Genryu and his two bodyguards. They are in the tavern across the way, however, I have yet to actually see the Genryu we know. The man who I saw was addressed as such but he looked nothing like him, he was either old or infirm. In fact, I believe he's an enemy shinobi as Hokage-sama had theorized."
"If he is, what possible village could want a presence in such a small village?" A small pause is placed between his questions, allowing time to think on them himself. "What could they be doing here? Are they in fact hostile? None of it adds up."
Anko enters a deep thought again, she too confused by the turn of events. When she had left Konoha to follow Team 14 as instructed, she had thought she was doing nothing more than observing how Kaii reintegrated into the team. Though she was never asked to do as much, it seemed like something Hiruzen would have wanted. Yet, things never go as a shinobi expects and this is simply the most recent event that has her on edge. That and Kaii's increasing use of his 'true self', something he promised not to use.
The last thought is exiled from her mind as she crouches on the rooftop, looking through the windows of the tavern. Their position was far higher than the window and as such she could only see what was directly next to the window, nothing more. A couple of minutes pass as she continues to size up the tavern, while Kaii again waits patiently, but still growing bored of waiting for instructions. Seeing that Anko may, in fact, take a lot longer still, he checks each of the edges of the rooftop, trying to see if he could find anything to drop down into without being spotted by those in the street. Being at least four stories up gave he ample chance to peer over there edges with little worry, but at each side, there was no space to drop. Only another building lower down, or in the case of one of the edges, a building higher up.
The day begins to noticeably pass away before the two shinobi, with the streets becoming more hurried and filled with various bad elements. Kaii, seeing the streets now filled to the brim, decides to act. A simple set of hand seals later and a puff of chakra smoke covers his whole body. When he walks out of the smoke, his appearance is now that of a civilian, a rather dirty one at that. Something he thinks is perfect to help him enter the tavern without drawing attention. Content with his henge, he again peers over the edge that is opposite the tavern. Quickly analysing the movement of the crowd and the placement of those shady enough to be avoided, he prepares to drop.
A small space is created as a few drunks fools, each thinking the other has offended the next. Using the small scuffle Kaii falls silently to the floor, his speed masking his presence from the unaware civilians. Thinking his drop was perfect, he begins to move towards the tavern, pushing people out of the way as gently as he can. Trying as hard as he can not to use that much force, a hard task as the flow of the crowd threatens to knock him off his balance. Inch by inch he gets closer to the door, but as he's about to take the last step the crowd becomes rowdy and a rather unhappy drunk falls into him. The force of the fall sends the young genin through the front of the tavern, gaining the attention of all in the bar area as well as quieting it.
Thinking on his feet, he pushes himself up to look at the mass of drunks and rather uncouth patrons. "Fucking git's are rowdy tonight, eh?" His voice comes out far deeper and rough than normal, using the henge to its fullest.
For what seems like a lifetime, no one says a single word in response. After a few more seconds, one of the larger and drunker patrons at the bar begins to laugh, a deep belly laugh that resonates throughout the tavern. One by one the rest join in and the bar returns to life and everyone returns to their own businesses, bar the man who returned it to its previous state. He finishes his laughter by gesturing for Kaii to come over to him, which the genin does somewhat warily. Kaii thinks if anything were to go wrong Anko would act quick enough, and he was confident in his own abilities. However, if he can get by without them, it will preserve his cover and allow him to find the chakra signal he and Anko both felt.
Once at the front of the portly man, he finally speaks. "Not seen you 'round here befor' boy… but that's one way to make an entrance." He laughs again as he turns to the bartender, who instinctively starts to make a drink for the man.
Kaii laughs hesitantly at the man's observations, not too sure exactly how to deal with the man. On one hand, he could play along, but the second he asks a question he doesn't know the answer to he's on the back foot and in a place like this that's a death sentence. On the other hand, he could be polite and say he's here to meet someone. Not the best idea, but given the shadiness of the place, it could work. There's always someone meeting someone else and not up for much of a conversion outside of it.
Internally he makes a choice, be it for better or worse. "I'm new in town, came from Water County to meet an old friend… on that, you seen him?" The accent he uses gets progressively thicker and more like the ones from the rougher ends of the Land of Water. Lucky his attempt is met with a toothy, or toothless in the man's case, smile, happy with the story he's being spun. "He's an old guy, about sixty, bald and walks with a cane of sorts."
For a minute or two, the man looks like he's thinking hard, trying to think on all the people who pass through the doors to the tavern as he lazes in the same seat, day after day. Right as he's about to answer, the barman finishes his drink and places it in front of him. "Excuse me a second." Without so much as waiting for a response, he grabs the rather large glass, filled with a clear spirit, probably sake or another rice made liqueur. In the next instant, the drink is all gone, funnelled down his throat without so much as a slight cringe as the liquor rushes over his taste buds. "That hit the damned spot… now, that old git you mentioned. I've seen him in 'ere before. Some big guy in the village last I 'eard, Genta or Genzo… no, it was Gen something, but the names gone."
The glass slamming on the table is the last thing the man does, before he turns back to Kaii, looking at him as if waiting to see if he's on the right track. "Aye, that's him, Genryu. When'd you last see him?" Seeing as the man has information he could use, Kaii takes a seat next to him.
"Bout an hour ago, he came in and went upstairs, not seen 'im since. Must be asleep or some shit." The man chuckles to himself before again, making the same gesture to the barman he made before, as well as adding a second one. Though as to what the second one is, Kaii is left in the dark to. "What's ya poison boy?"
"A 'Land of Fire Whisky' will do me just fine." Kaii answers the man, realising the second gesture was to tell the bartender to wait. The man turns to the bartender and begins to the order.
For a split second Kaii takes his eyes off of the elderly man he's with and scouts the bar. The bar is filled quiet thoroughly but not to the point where all the tables are taken and any new customers would be forced to stand. Each table is the same dark stained oak tables with matching chairs, each covered in glasses of drink and occasionally some have plates with leftovers on them. The patrons themselves are all varying in looks and loudness, with the more rowdy ones all together across a few tables at the front of the tavern. The remaining patrons are rather quite, each discussing things in hushed tones.
As he is about to rest his sights back on the elder man again, out of his peripheral vision he spots one of the two shinobi who barred entry into the village. The larger of the two, Daichi Ryu, strides through the empty spaces between the tables having just descended from the stairs. Keeping him in his peripherals, Kaii finally looks back at the man he's with who, at this point slides across a small glass of brown liquid, which stops exactly in front of him on the bar.
"Let me tell you something boy… staring at others like that will get you killed." To the surprise of the genin the man has caught him, but before he can question him the man holds up his drink and toasts, pouring the shot down his gullet directly after. In the next instance, he slams the glass on the table.
Finding himself caught Kaii relents. "How did you know I was watching him?" with the question out of his maw, he picks up the small cup and smells the contents. Nothing but the usual smell of the whisky enters his nostrils, which is all he needed to know before he quickly downs the contents of the glass, placing the glass on the bar once emptied.
The man laughs heartily, again gesturing to the bartender for another drink. "Oh, boy, you must be a damned genin to think you were being so sneaky. The second you noticed 'em you became rigid, like a damned child when faced with a Jonin."
A quick sigh escapes Kaii's lips. He's not as good at infiltration as he thought, especially if some random man in a shady bar can spot him doing it so simply. "So, when I entered you knew exactly what I was doing?"
"Not exactly, just that you're using a rather well-made henge. At least for a genin." Another deep belly laugh escapes the man as he answers Kaii's queries. "Don't worry though, I don't care why you're here or what you intend to do." As soon as he finishes he forces a hand in his pocket and pulls out a number of bills, all of which he throws onto the bar top. The bartender places down one last glass for the man as he counts the ryo, content with the amount he bows to the man and leaves to attend to others. "See you around, boy."
With that, the man saunters out of the bar and disappears into the hustle and bustle of the 'red light' district. Slightly disappointed in the fact someone saw through his henge, Kaii turns in his seat, the behind of the bar now directly in front of him. To his surprise the wall that holds all of the booze in one giant mirror. How he didn't notice it right away makes him inwardly sigh, yet he again looks to scour the bar for Daichi Ryu.