One more.

It seemed everything was going to plan, his new home was set and the woman before him knew how to look the part of being a leader holding a firm grip on the people. Even if they seemed scared nothing changed the way they fell in line until her appearance it was evident in a mere glance the previous owner was already sent off. None of this bothered the man, the only thing he had hoped for was being a better shinobi with all of this treatment heading his way. The only thing that seemed for him to do was grasp this opportunity and grow every second he was given, becoming stronger with every passing day that was the goal for him. Deep into his own thoughts he only felt the arm of the woman once more as she explained the situation and quickly found an answer to distract the two for a short time. A meal to put into his body seemed what she was getting at so he let the woman do what she wanted by dragging him along the way. This would be the perfect way for him to check out the area even more and see what type of food they usually serve to each other. This seemed the right call.

Being dragged towards the market place where the smell of the cooking took over the air as the smell also took over him reminding him it was time to put something in his stomach. From the scent alone his mouth began to water it seemed that this was going to be a part of her plan from the start. Whatever she was planning it didn’t matter as long as he kept part of his bargain and achieved the promise he made to her earlier. With the smell itself consuming his mind and body the closer the two got the stronger the scent grew soon only allowing the male to think about the cuisine that was being served. His stomach itself would begin the rumble and the battle would soon start between him and whatever plate stood in his path. The battle would be fierce but his pallet was ready. Sighing he realized eating would seem the best option but it would be rude of him to do it just after leaving his home made him wonder why he rushed out in such a hurry without filling himself up. He pushed on holding one hand on top of his stomach feeling the rumbling of the beast that he forgot to nourish.

Setting out around the districts he continued to make his way through the crowded streets drawing the usual eyes but this time it seemed they had a reason to look this time around. He was a newcomer and by all rights still is and he was now blessed with the mark of the village for him to carry and represent. His path was never clear but he knew following the woman would bring him somewhere in life that he probably would never have experienced without encountering her. This wasn’t the only person, it seemed she was in league with the other strong one. Together these people indeed toppled all expectations of a shinobi coming from the mist. Wandering about for a while as it seemed he finally found himself alone on the road as others stood in line awaiting entrance to establishments or simply headed off towards the more populated parts of the village. Silence itself was soothing enough for Burittsu as he cracked a slight smile before finding himself an empty stone bench with the engraving of the village engraved upon one the legs of the bench. Gazing behind him in search of anything to rob him of a chance of comfort he quickly turned his head in front of him searching and waiting for a brief moment. Taking a deep breath he finally decided to sit down on the bench as a soft breeze started to push through, touching his skin and refreshing the air.

“...”

Valen was asleep in a tree.

Which might not be surprising given his first time seeing one was only about three or four years ago due to his life aboard a variety of pirate and slaver ships. He took to them quite nicely and every once in a great while the diminutive man would enjoy a nap in a tree from time to time. Something about being elevated off the ground a bit made him feel at peace. Perhaps it was all those years at sea and never having earth beneath oneself. Instead having the rolling sea and whatever confines the ship he was on had to keep himself from drowning. Today though was one of those days that he was peacefully napping in such a tree. Said tree was not far from a stone bench that while empty, soon wouldn't be. The branch he was sleeping in as a matter of fact was directly above said bench. As a matter of fact Valen had used that very same bench to launch himself onto said branch within that tree. As such the man who came and sat down on the bench would be directly beneath him. Of course Valen wouldn't know this immediately. As he quietly and peacefully asleep in his tree.

Of course this wouldn't end well.

Valen rolled over, as one might expect in a situation like this and as such he began to plummet toward the bench beneath him. Falling toward it with the general force of gravity. Granted he wasn't very high up. He was however high enough up that most wouldn't notice him immediately. He would fail to wake up due to the sudden and rapid change in elevation as he traveled to the ground. No, he would only awaken when he lands. Since he was directly above the individual known as 'Burittsu', although he wouldn't know them, he would theoretically land directly atop him. Said landing would be very sudden and since Valen's head was angled down would probably involve the rapid and forced meeting of two skulls. Should this impact occur the most obvious sign of it to those blind would be the resonate 'bonk' that resounded through the area. Upon this impact should it occur Valen would immediately awaken and shift his body, putting his arm forward and catching himself with one arm on the ground. His momentum having been interrupted by the impact he had yet to put together.

The splitting headache and pain in his noggin he had awoken with would cause his red eyes to be bloodshot and the 5'1 man would right himself after catching himself and turn to look around. His red eyes confused by what had occurred and looking up at the tree before down at the bench and whoever was sitting upon it. Or potentially near it cradling their skull. Valen's own hand would be rubbing the part of his brain cage that had impacted idly. Realization would slowly dawn in his eyes as he considered the idea of him rolling over in the branch and a mild grimace would appear on his features. Clearly if he wanted to sleep in trees he needed to get some sort of rope involved. Rolling over out of the tree was much too dangerous, and not just for him. Of course should Burittsu avoid the gravity induced missile that was Valen, the man would simply smack his head on the stone bench and his idly rubbing would involve more winces as stone was more than likely harder. Still, he would be awake now and more impotantly had either just fallen on, or near enough to interrupt, an individual he didn't know. "Whoops." He would say simply, his quiet voice coming out.

Valen was dressed in black shinobi pants and boots and his headband on his forehead. At his waist hung his katana still secured in it's sheathe by the usual clip so there was no danger of anyone being hurt by the thing. Upon the back of his belt were two pouches, one with kunai and the other shuriken. Upon his upper body he wore nothing. Particularly because his black coat jacket he used to cover said upper body was on the ground behind the stone bench. He had folded it and used it as the pillow. As such his lean and somewhat powerful upper body was shown. As were the multitude of old brands upon his back from the time she had been traded or sold to a new owner. Each one was the mark of an owner and he had accrued them over years. Those behind him would see the marks and wince and look away, or ignore him pointedly, although he wouldn't be able to notice. Nor would he care if he saw them. His full height of 5'1 was certainly short for anyone and he was done growing. His growth stunted due to poor diet growing up. Still, some said that meant he was closer to hell. Either way the young man had clearly screwed the pooch on this one. An expression he didn't fully understand as he didn't understand the word 'screw' in the way it was used. But still, he knew it meant to 'embarrass oneself'. As such he owed the man an apology and Valen would give a slight bow of his head, something he didn't usually do regardless before speaking. "It seems I rolled off the branch I was sleeping on. I apologize for the mistake that turned out to be." He would say. Before raising his head up and rolling his neck to loosen up.

The silence itself was the peace to it all, the glue that made him appreciate the day even more but as usual his time of peace never lasted as he realized being in the village many opportunities presented themselves especially when it meant coming across other shinobi of the land. Each unique with their own point of views on what it meant to be a shinobi so far all were out of his reach he had not yet met one who is almost equal to him in strength or talent but chasing such powerful figures around was a task on its own. Gazing upon the ground as he thought to himself about the possibilities of becoming even stronger never ventured far from his mind but all this would soon come to end. A shadow upon the ground gradually grew in size in a quick instant he peered above him to catch a faint glimpse of a face with two shut eyes following that was the clashing of the two heads knocking against one another. Such an impact shook his brain from the inside giving him a slight headache as he rubbed his head in a brief moment remaining seated on the bench. It seemed the best idea for him.

It was brief but he heard a voice coming from the body as he turned his head slightly. The figure also seemed to be a shinobi of the land as the headband was the first thing that was introduced to him. Black clothing to go off of with no apparent need of clothing but a weapon his person as well it seemed this one was indeed a sword user probably of a caliber higher than he was but that was to be expected. Most that he encountered so far were on a different type of level watching closely he was given a bow and an apology it seemed the male made no harm simply resting when his body decided to move. Standing upon his two feet he gazed down at the male it seemed in height Burittsu was the lengthy one but he still made sure to realize that this little one packed a good hit from the fall.

“Don’t apologize or bow, it's a common mistake..”

Burittsu gazed more upon the male and his weapon; another shinobi stood in front of him on his path of destiny he couldn’t help but give a smirk the more he met people it seemed the more he learned about the people of the land. His stomach itself had other plans giving off another rumble stirring up from the inside of him now he had a headache, a hunger, and another shinobi to meet. Indeed this day was one for the Yuki but it only seemed best that he remained calm in such situations. It's better to remain more vigilant in the future of his surroundings, especially in a village like this with everyone bumping into him around every corner. It was no wonder the people showed fear towards some shinobi. But the time for introductions were presented and it was only the best way to move on even wanting to grab a hold of hilt for precautions seemed a bad idea. He saw no point in a worthless fight for something that can be brushed off the shoulder; his stomach was empty and his mind rattled. He had hoped the male would be in the same spirit and maybe the two could find a good way to start down this weird path of fate. His voice carried out deep but with a little rasp it seemed the young shinobi himself was not only starving but dehydrated too.

“Shinobi.. It’s a pleasure to meet you.. Call me Blitz.. As for you..?”

Valen blinked as the apology was..not exactly declined, but what really got his attention was the phrase that it was a 'common mistake'. Did people fall from trees and smack their heads into each other often? Was that something his caretaker had failed to teach him before the old man had passed on? If so all it did was tell the young man that land people were weird. Which was a mindset one might expect from someone born on a slave ship and had never set foot onto land before he was rescued. Still though he would not press the issue. Mainly because it seemed like a waste. If the man did not want to accept the apology, then he wouldn't. This thought process was completely interrupted by the sound of the man's stomach growling. This would cause Valen to blink as he looked down toward the other shinobi's abdomen. Where the noise had originated from. Then he would nod his head in understanding. The man was hungry, that was fair enough. Valen was too, his stomach simply hadn't made a noise as of yet. Still, the least Valen could do for literally dropping in on the stranger was buy him lunch. Still had some money leftover from when he bought materials anyway.

With that, Valen would listen to the man's apology before nodding. "My name is Valen. Come on, I'll buy you lunch." He would say simply. The short individual was a man of few words generally. Preferring to cut right to the heart of the matter and get things moving along. He didn't like to waste time with pleasantries and frankly wanted to get a meal anyway. "Any thoughts on where?" He would ask, his gaze inquisitive. If the man had no preference, or simply gave Valen the choice then he would just pick what was closest. Which looked to be a nearby ramen stand. A simple enough venue, but he was open to wherever Blitz would rather eat. Silently he would move to the back of the stone bench and recover his black coat jacket and put it on. This would cover the vicious brands that decorated his back in it's entirety. It would also make him ostensibly fully clothed despite the lack of an actual shirt. He preferred it that way as when it came to combat he could simply remove the jacket and have full freedom of movement for his arms without sleeves of any kind to get in the way. With his coat recovered he would turn toward Blitz expectantly, wondering what the man, if he had yet to decide, had chosen.

Gazing down upon the male it seemed all was in order. The male was hungry and didn’t seem to mind a new person to accompany him on a meal this fine day. The individual was different from the rest he met inside this village; he seemed to be in his own league when it came down to it. This was a refreshing experience actually meeting others who would stick out unlike the slaughtering that has been introduced too or the pressure of innocents this male himself was probably as much an outsider to this village as was he another tool it seemed in the line of duty. Once more rubbing his head briefly as the pain began to simmer away Burittsu turned his back to the male without speaking. He wanted to take him to the place where he was first brought to the bowls of ramen that were served to him crept in the dark corners of his mind. Quickly stopping his tracks he turned around to make sure that he new companion was coming at least turning around and gazing upon him it seemed Burittsu himself had some time to burn. Indeed he spoke his name to the male but that didn’t settle the thirst he had to learn about another person. It seemed he could easily be someone to remember in the future with a skull that thick on his body he could clearly be a monster in disguise.

“Tell me Valen.. Do you have any goals.. Anything that you want to see..?”

A simple question but something that Burittsu still thought of currently it was to simply serve under this woman and the village he was now sworn into but it seemed pointless if he wasn’t aiming to be stronger then the current generation of shinobi in his way. The world was an oyster and he wanted to open it up to understand why tragic events take place between villages and people alike. His heart burned for answers but he lacked the necessary questions to be told at least early on in the game the ideals of his new teachers he wanted to learn what made them become shinobi. Glancing up into the blue sky as several clouds drifted through the wind leaving patches of moving shadows on the ground it had seemed he wanted a purpose: he wanted to grow and leave the village to see the world for what it really claimed to be. This ran through his mind but only time was his enemy he wanted to grow stronger to be able to see the other lands of the world and the people they had to offer. Taking a deep breath in and out as he began to relax his mind he slowly fixed his gaze back upon the young male this time with a smirk on his face as he turned his back on him once more.

“Care for a training session after the meal if it doesn’t slow you down I mean..”

Chuckling a little he began to walk down the path once more following the scent of delicious cooking. The scent of the ramen he was lusting to receive made his mouth water slightly the closer he got to the source of the smell. The more the taste of the ramen returned, remembering every lasting bite, this was the ideal place for him to come too especially if he was to have stronger meals such as this prepared by the best the district had to offer. He doubted at the chance of him meeting the same young woman as he did then but the staff was to be trusted regardless the food was indeed the soul of the district and the people of the establishment did not disappoint. Pulling open the door as he slowly began to walk in looking around the establishment with a couple chairs and booths open it seemed today was another good day for business waiting for the young male to accompany him. He could only hear a greeting which came from a younger male the voice traveled from the back where the kitchen was located.

“Welcome! Is it just you today?”

It would seem that Blitz was indeed interested in ramen this day and just like that the two of them would begin their trek to the nearby establishment. The sky was blue with a few clouds moving along in the wind and as they walked they moved through several patches of roaming shadow. Valen would take a moment to dust off his coat as it had fallen on the ground although in the end it was just something to do anyway while they walked. He did not really care about such things in the end. Still, Blitz would ask him a question, seeming to want to know about Valen's own goals, or if he even had any. Of course that immediately got Valen into thinking about what his goals might be. What was worthy? What was a waste of time? He did not really know. Before his goal had been to do whatever his masters had said. Then it was to help his old caretaker and learn all he could from him before the old man passed away, which had happened a year or so ago. Now? Now he didn't know what to do, or what to aim for.

As he considered it for a time he thought to what he was doing already. Training, but for what? He had become a shinobi, but why? What was his goal now? If he said something as lame as 'get stronger' it would appear as if he had no real answer. Because one could always get stronger. One could always progress. A goal had to have a finish line, didn't it? His red eyes met the view of the blue sky as they walked and he considered it. "I...don't know what a goal for me might be to be honest." He would say, his voice neutral as he thought about it. Turning his gaze down to where he was going he would avoid a couple of kids that weren't watching where they were going. Or simply did not care. Before answering Blitzes next question. "Sure, I'm always up for more training." He would say as they arrived and went inside the establishment. A man's voice would call out to neither in particular asking if it was "just you today?'. Valen's voice would call back "There's two of us." Both answering the question and informing the man in the back that there was in fact more than one individual.

"Take a seat wherever you would like. Someone will take your order shortly." The voice would call, prompting Valen to look around and nod toward a booth table that was free. He would take a seat, and take a look at a menu that was on each side of the table. He would ask if Blitz had any goals, if he himself had given a better answer. However he hadn't been able to, so he personally didn't feel as if he should. That wasn't fair otherwise was it? He wasn't sure. There were so many things he still didn't know or understand. After a few moments, a girl who looked to be about their age, walked out from the back. She was pretty with brown hair, white clothing and an apron on. She had hazel eyes and she stopped at their table, a welcoming smile on her features. "Welcome you two, what can I get started for you today?" She would ask, looking toward both of them. Valen would gives Blitz an opportunity to order before ordering himself. Growing up on various pirate and slave ships had given him a taste for sea food like few others and besides, this was water country. "Shrimp ramen please, with water to drink." He would order, setting the menu to the side now that he was done with. She nodded, evidently not needing to write anything down. Provided Blitz had ordered she would turn to leave "I'll get that started for ya. It'll be just a few minutes." She would say before disappearing into the kitchen.

[3]

It was only a moment but the shinobi named Valen was clearly an outsider such as himself; the two were shinobi with no goals or future for themselves at least at this point in their lives. He gave an answer earlier but that answer seemed to only question himself even more. Burittsu himself did not mind as it was time to fill up his pallet. Sitting down across from the male he looked at the menu for a mere second finding his type of ramen from the start looking upon the pictures made his mouth water. From the outside a figure stood motionless it seemed it was time for him to order the dish he desired for since that very day the dish that came with trust and a new purpose. Gazing up his eyes met with a young woman she seemed to be the one from the first meeting but it was best to keep it business related and send her off without a moment of hesitation. Burittsu smirked a little at the young women before pointing his finger on a ramen bowl that came with some spice to cause some type of sweat to kick in and heat to build up inside his mouth. Some would say he was different for choosing such a spicy meal but everytime he lays his eyes upon the dish it reminds him of the first time kindness was introduced to him. This must have been his way of bringing in someone to grow with the village was big enough for him to get lost between the people and the higher ranks and he knew he couldn’t afford to bother them as much. Indeed everyone has their own plans for their lives but it seemed Burittsu didn’t mind going around trying to form some type of connection in this strange new home.

The women stood at him for a second as Burittsu was lost in his mind for a second longer gazing at her deeply; this must have seemed very awkward before a chuckle slipped through his lips. It was clear what he wanted as he handed her the menu, having her head back to prepare the meal for the both of them. Looking back towards the other shinobi, Burittsu seemed to be willing to try to find someone to grow and sharpen himself with at least when he wasn’t getting teachings from his superiors. It would only take a few minutes to get the food out but Burittsu knew it was only going to take a couple seconds to see what makes the man across from tick. Maybe this could have actually been a person that would be an incredible ally one day but this was his path to choose Burittsu was willing to stand up and make himself his own band of allies, those who stood out like himself. With this the strength of the village would increase especially if the ones who linger around alone with no motivation it was the best way to grow together especially if he ended up on missions with this one. He chuckled to himself once more at the thought of him planning this far ahead in life. The motivation was heavy as he carried it around his neck everywhere he went slowly gripping upon the headband around his neck his smirk appeared once more on his face as he gazed up looking upon Valen. His mouth opened up for a quick moment then closed as he stopped himself but this was just another obstacle he had to conquer from within he couldn’t treat shinobi as if they were civilians.

“Earlier you said you didn’t know.. In all honesty I don’t either but for now I know I want to grow and become better daily. Compared to the ones who were groomed here and made warriors from birth we’re not too far behind don’t you say.. I should introduce you to him if you haven’t already met him.. Maybe he can show you the path he put me on. The choice is on the table obviously with no pressure.. I’d rather you grow with me so you can tell me what your goal is later on..”


Leaning back on the chair Burittsu crossed his arms as he closed his eyes a response wasn’t needed but this was what he wanted from the bottom of his heart one way or another he needed someone to grow next to him. For both their futures pressure needed to be applied while they remained in such low states Burittsu needed to step out in the world to learn it from himself but having someone he could trust later on wouldn’t make the venture such a terrible one. Chuckling to himself once more he could only think of the strength to be passed down from one another. In time the food would indeed come out but that wouldn’t stop Valen from talking if he wanted to say anything that is.

“....”

Blitz would wordlessly point at a picture in his menu and Valen would see it was basically the spiciest thing the place had to offer. That was alright, he himself liked spicy food but he loved seafood all the more. He would watch curiously as his companion stared at their waitress for a moment. That very moment becoming awkward after a time and the woman would leave. Then Blitz would speak of how he himself didn't know, only wanting to grow and become stronger. Then he began to talk of introducing Valen to 'him'. Whoever 'he' was. This caused the man to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. One usually said a name when one wanted to introduce someone to someone else. Didn't they? Or was the point to get Valen to ask about the individual? He didn't know, social interactions were still a very large weakness for him. Once he had spoken he would lean back in the chair and cross his arms. After a few moments he would chuckle to himself and cause Valen to tilt his head to the side. Had he picked up an insane companion? Who was he to judge? He didn't know that either.

Either way though, their conversation would go nowhere fast if the sword user didn't give Blitz something to work with and so he pretty much had to take the bait. So with that in mind he would shrug before speaking. "You speak of introducing me to 'him' if I haven't met him already. Who's 'him'? Did you leave the name out on purpose in order to get me to ask?" He would say, openly asking his fellow shinobi if he had manipulated the conversation in such a way. Valen was not the type for such things himself and tended to try to make others avoid doing it with him. Mainly because he found he disliked having to think in the ways that manipulating conversations in such ways required. After a few more moments the waitress would return with two trays and set down both their bowls of ramen and a pitcher of water with two glasses. Valen remembered that Blitz hadn't asked for a drink, so she probably just assumed he would drink water. With that she would give them both a polite smile before returning to work.

The ramen looked delicious. A light aroma came from his and it was piled high with noodles, broth, egg, naruto, and of course, shrimp. It was a large bowl too and it would undoubtedly fill up the fire using male. First though he would reach over and grab the water pitcher and fill a glass before setting it near Blitz. Then he would fill the other before setting it near him. Then he would reach for the chopsticks and snap them apart before beginning to eat. Valen was...a surprisingly polite eater when you considered his history. He wasn't overtly messy, but he wasn't very prim and proper either. He simply wanted to get the meal done to continue. So he ate quickly, but not particularly messily.

[4]

He sat there in silence as he awaited for a proper way to explain the male he was talking about since they indeed just met themselves. He doesn't know the correct way of introducing this shinobi. Thinking back to their encounter it was clear was on a different level but when taking him out in the woods the man himself shined brighter than he did back in the village showing only a little of his potential to Burittsu. With this in mind it was clear that the man he was talking about was indeed his elder and he would even dare to call someone like him his sensei he was willing to learn from the monster. Even though his reputation with the people was lacking when it came to presentation, on the field he was a warrior, something to be feared and respected unlike those they encountered. A smile crept upon his face as it seemed this was the appropriate way to address his elder. Maybe in time he would soon learn his own world if he could get another audience with him. The shinobi in the land indeed were busy when the time came for action but in time their paths will cross once more thinking about this it seemed the best way in the end. But before it was time to relay his thoughts he quickly became distracted by the bowl put in front of his companion the shrimp and the texture itself was unique with such a different taste.

“Sensei… I think that’s the best way to describe him… Unlike normal shinobi he stands out easier anyway, maybe he could somehow help someone like me find my own place here..”

In mere seconds after speaking the smell of spice filled his nostrils catching his attention as the red soup danced and bathed the beef as the noodles entangled around each other as the vegetables floated about bumping into each other gently indeed it was a simple meal but one for a simple person. He appreciated the little things in life as he prepared himself for the meal on the other side of him Valen was preparing in his own way himself pouring water and getting it all settled. Burittsu sighed as he abruptly backed his seat out and stood tall in front of the male and bowed to him for the kind gesture. He did not ask for water because he never needed it. He enjoyed the warmth of his taste of the heat and he wanted to enjoy the fondness of it each visit. Fixing his posture he sat back down and clapped his hands together in happiness as he got to live to see another meal with a new face. Indeed it would seem he would seem different on the outside but indeed only other shinobi’s would get to see this joyous side of him. This was his shield instead of him hiding. He'd embrace all of them the best he could be through combat or a hot bowl of ramen.

“Bless us for the meal.. May we talk after.. Valen.."

Valen would honestly understand what it felt like to be annoyed at someone for the first time. He had never actually felt the emotion before and he didn't actually quite know how to deal with it. His reason for his annoyance? He asked for a name, asked who the man Blitz was talking about was. Yet all he got was another title. Sighing to himself as their food arrived and going through the motions of pouring water for both of them and getting his own meal settled. He would find himself surprised when his companion stood from their booth and bowed to him for the gesture. The diminutive male would blink in surprise at the gesture. He had only poured him some water because he had poured himself some. He'd already been holding the pitcher, so it didn't make sense to not do so. Tilting his head to the side, he would finally speak. "Such gestures aren't necessary Blitz-San. I was merely already holding the pitcher.." He would say simply before digging into his meal. Blitz would comment on them talking after the meal and Valen would nod his head as he began to eat.

Once he had finished, again, as a surprisingly polite eater. He would set his chopsticks across the top of the empty bowl of ramen and take a drink of his water. He generally drank a lot of water with his meals and he was on his third glass of it. Whether or not Blitz was done he would lean back in the chair and consider this individual that he wanted him to meet. He was apparently someone who stood out unlike normal shinobi. Was someone Blitz referred to as a sensei. Valen gave it some thought, he wasn't the smartest individual in the world, far from it. However he knew of one shinobi who definitely stood out who could at least guide others. Even if the man himself wasn't high enough ranked to be a sensei. Hell, he had recruited Valen into the Nightmare Brigade. Hell Valen was napping in the tree before going to pick up his uniform. At the end of the day, guessing about the man's identity couldn't hurt. "Tell me Blitz, is the man you want to introduce me to Sero by chance?" He would ask, his red eyes coming to bear on his companion.

[5]

Digging into his meal Burittsu indeed was a fan of this bowl and most likely this establishment at this point it was a good investment enjoying the meal as he destroyed the meat and vegetables together. Mixing them in a furious combination with the noodles is indeed a simple meal for a simple guy even as he took down each bite he only began to wonder what else would happen on this glorious day. With each flaming bite he felt the heat begin to pour from his skin in the form of sweat. He enjoyed the meal to the point he didn’t sit on the idea of the outcome; it all was the same for him. In front of the shinobi named Valen he would start to begin to sweat out the heat from the bowl back in his village. As a child he was told the spices were good to clear out the venom in your system the more you sweat the better you would feel. In his case whenever the meal was to his liking he would sweat regardless of the heat it seemed that was his body's way of appreciation. In a mere matter of minutes Burittsu would soon be done with his own bowl following his companion with nothing left but the red steaming soup of spice that floated in the bowl. Picking up the bowl with one hand he opened up his mouth as he began to devour the red soup filling up to the brim with the spice not even leaving a single drop left inside the bowl. Sitting there for a while after Burittsu was asked a rather easy question, one that sparked another grin upon his face.

“Good.. You both already know each other.. If that’s the case.. Interesting..”

The situation was made easier now to understand that the two of them met and Burittsu was the odd one out; this meant that the monster saw something in this one too. Something that Burittsu lacked or didn’t have the unique abilities of everyone was indeed their own and with this thought in mind. It only meant that the person named Valen had much more than a strong head, something to be forged perhaps unlike Burittsu he only had his blade and his soul the spice kicked in his mouth. But with this the spice also started a flame in his eyes he wanted to learn more about the people who are under the eyes of Sero these two obviously were in league with the same man. From cheek to cheek his grin shined hard as he was astonished at one point to see someone else stand up and join a person such as that gave him some type of hope that others didn’t assume he wanted a death wish rather than growing and becoming the shinobi that they need. Standing up as he gathered everything on the table and formed them with organization cleaning up any messes that might have slipped his eye while he was enjoying his meal. As he finished he dropped a small bag of ryo enough to cover the meal exactly with some more for a worthy tip, grabbing his sword once more holding it in his hands for a while before placing it back on his hip side. He headed for the exit with nothing but pure determination on his face as he looked back once more before heading out of the establishment to see if Valen was following him.

“This is interesting.. Let’s grow together and become the best..”

Blitz reaction to his question was enough to confirm that Valen had taken a shot in the dark and his the mark. So the interesting man that Blitz referred to as 'sensei' was indeed Sero. That meant he was probably a member of the nightmare brigade. Idly the vertically haired man would sit in contemplation over how many people could be in the brigade. He was sure it wasn't some obscene number like every almost every active shinobi in the village or something. That would just be ridiculous, right, right?! But anyway it meant he and Blitz were comrades in more than simply Kirigakure's military which added to the fun of a spar between the two of them. Or at least training as if they were both acknowledged enough to be recruited into the brigade by Sero than both had to be worth enough right? Blitz would be begin organizing their detritus and Valen would assist, stacking bowls and glasses and trash in an easily carryable set up. Afterward he would watch Blitz pull out a ryo pouch to pay for their meal as Valen himself reached for his. Of course he would have something to say to that.

"I said I would buy you lunch as an apology." He would say as he tossed the necessary amount to pay, plus a tip on the table and tossed Blitz his ryo pouch back. Effectively insisting, he had after all said he would do so before they had even come here. He had fallen on the man's head from a tree branch after all so it was only fair he do something to make up for that. Treating him to lunch had seemed to be the simplest answer. Once that was done he would follow Blitz out of the restaurant and back into the warm air, rolling his neck and eliciting small pops from the motion. "The training grounds then?" He would ask, figuring now they would go to them and begin to either train with each other or spar. Which he supposed was essentially the same thing as training with each other. Provided his companion agreed Valen would begin to make his way there. They wouldn't be too far from them but it would still take a few minutes to arrive. Valen's katana was attached to his hip, a fairly decent weapon he had gotten from the armory and it would be nice to be able to give it a real test run.

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As they made their way down to the training grounds Burittsu would find a nice spot away from others; it would be a proper way from leering eyes. Heading off into the deeper thicker parts of the training area the woods around them grew darker as the sound of beasts and creatures alike took over the land. There seemed no need to fear as long as they remained in the clearings where training was permitted those who ventured off passed that received training or death. It was clear that this was indeed such a place to forge shinobi turning around as he gazed upon Valen; he lifted one hand giving him the signal to stay there as he made his way across. Each step his lips would begin to crack, each step forming a grin upon his face as he reached his final step his lips would have parted, showing his teeth in pure excitement he lusted at the thought of someone stronger than him. But it was all he needed , all he wanted was to learn about the ways he could evolve himself from his current state no matter what state he would endure. Grabbing onto the handle of his blade he was thrilled with the idea of this training session quickly unsheathing his blade he could only feel the pressure of someone watching over him. It could have been the creatures that laid respectfully watching from the darkness or maybe he felt the true presence of his father regardless he was eager to see and learn what he can from this shinobi named Valen.

“Two fights.. First a battle of weapons.. Second hand to hand… How does that sound? The winner is declared when the first shinobi is on his back or can not advance anymore..”

It was simple if he accepted he was sure ready to get Burittsu in the mood to excel further then anyone can see he was hungry for his personal goal to make himself a perfect tool for the lady. With all this in his mind he had so many others to train with, learning everyone from head to toe was worth the fight and sweat. Burittsu was eager as he stretched his limbs out and out and about relaxing his joints before the upcoming fight he wanted to see how much knowledge these two could trade off. Obviously it had to be enough for him to throw a good fight and to learn on the spot, especially to how many different sets of shinobi remained in the village he wanted to see them all. After a couple more stretches Burittsu seemed confident and focused directly on the male in front of him. He was ready and set for battle; he only needed to understand where his opponent was coming from if he had anything to say.

“.....”

Valen would listen as Blitz laid down some rules for their fight. The first one a battle of weapons. The second one a battle of fists. The branded swordsman hadn't ever fought with his hands before. He had trained a few simple things with his caretaker but he was always more inclined toward the sword than using his hands. Still that did not mean that it was an unworthy discipline. Just one that Valen had never really dabbled in. He didn't know how he felt about getting into what was essentially a competition using something he had not truly used in a combat situation. However that was the point of training wasn't it? To improve oneself? What better opportunity to practice what little he had learned than in blow by blow combat with another individual? Valen was about to open his mouth to speak when he paused. Wasn't there something he had come to the market today to do? It wasn't just to sleep in the tree. Thinking for a brief moment he closed his mouth and looked up at the sky. He could always tell the general time of day from looking at the suns position. But most could do that he guessed.

He had come to the market to be fitted for his uniform for the Nightmare Brigade. He had to wait a while for the tailor that would size him up for it would be free to measure him or something. He had only been killing time with that nap until it was time to go back and that time was soon. Looking back toward Blitz he would shake his head. He wasn't particularly sad, that was simply  the way things worked out sometimes. They wouldn't get to train together today but that did not mean they would not get the chance to at another time. "I forget over lunch that I'm here to get sized for my uniform for the brigade. I need to get to the seamstress." He would inform his companion. He had had to ask what the word 'seamstress' meant for a while before someone gave him directions to the one who's name he had been given. "I need to get to her so I can get my uniform. Sero only gave me a few days before reporting back to him for a mission. We'll have to test ourselves against one another a different day Blitz-san." He would say, giving him a nod of farewell before leaving toward the tailor.

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If it wasn’t one thing it seemed something else would step in his way and stop the man from finding enjoyment on this blessed day even if they just met it seemed the other one already had his own uniform. It was nice to know that he was a serious member that had been found and it seemed he had plans to train with him in the future. Very confident and respectful in his manners, indeed a splendid shinobi to be, he was willing and eager to see him grow in mere seconds he was informed and left alone. Watching as this shinobi ventured further and further away from his eyesight until he could see nothing left of the man, Burittsu seemed satisfied even without the loss of blood. He learned that there were others in the same group as he was if it was by luck or planned together regardless it seemed the two had something mutual together. Returning his blade back into its holster he quietly as he gazed around the forest once more before leaving such a place was worth remembering for future references when he needed to train. Sighing it seemed his day was finished and it was time for him to return back to his own domain and call it an informational day. As he walked through the training fields heading back towards the market district it was just another busy day on the streets of the village. Making his way through the crowd he headed home to rest until his next outing.

“...Interesting..”

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