Tag! You're it! [Cancelled]

Stirring to the sensation of sweltering in his throat was never pleasing event to ascend at, already discharging foul mood toward the quarter he didn't reside. Village in whole for that matter, 'go way of all flesh' was the term that whirled into his mind. His logic couldn't bypass any reasoning toward why someone would want to perish away in this bottom less pit, when you got to have taste of the real world in missions. With ease this could described as cage to what it truly was, preventing those from true attainment. Window sat directly to the side of his home, showering ray of light onto the left slanted side of his face. Residing in this room forever wasn't choice at the moment, for not even he wanted to go scavenge around the town, but he was still shinobi of this place. Slacking would only put him in a more severe dislike to what he has already now, whipping of his tongue came to the creases of his dried mouth. In one momentum sweep, his body fashioned into roll and his feat pattering onto the now chiseled hardware floor. He wasn't far from the bunch in clothing, he had certain style. Applying his unriped oak colored trench coat onto his broad shoulder, tying it with medium strength toward the knot.

Tread toward the door came with his outstretching toward the hat he abided to wear, at that he found himself in the battering heat with the merry go laughter of the Leaf Village people. He had to remind himself why he was out here again, in the end what did he even want accomplish here? In this exhale of breath came one far greater than the other, letting his body mindlessly walk in front of him. Station of food, mask, among other material littered around the vicinity. Pressuring himself into least getting something in the area of food, his sanguine fluid orbs scampered across with aching tone of tedium. That's when gale of force punctured into his head and the tenderness of feet (maybe not for this barbaric soul) touched his skin in vicious manner.

"Tag! You’re it!"

His head ripped through the air toward the opposite direction of her kicking, therefore bringing his body along with him. With no warning, he actually collapsed into the ground for minor second. Flickering into his mind came the idea of doing hand seal, while his back was turned. But this wasn't death match, he couldn't go full on out on whomever it was right? No major injure occurred anyway, beside this new found pain. Who was this figure, he made sure not create useless enemies. What reason did this person have, back onto his neck came shaded color far textured to his cheek of cherry; only expressing his dagger-like eyes of fury toward this individual. "I'll hear to why you decided for such a act." his voice coated with the same rage. Before that, she already answered. This was her justification toward assaulting him with pointless line, his face up risen around the edges into simper. From the person who was just having trouble finding what to do, she was his answer. "What is the idea of playing something without reward?" shaking out plain manner, not that he wasn't truly interested. Now leveling himself to stand up right again.

Hara Kin 

Whisk of sweeping lifted onto the fabric of his clothing, dusting off the new added dirt. Sealing his line of vision onto her frame, he didn't have ounce of entrustment toward her. She just used his face as foot rest, of course his meter of trust was low. Those eye's beat with virtue of dud in them, presuming from his lack of skill in the first meeting of them. All he could do was blink in the flickering sun, not that he shredded any amount of sweat over the ordeal. His amount of guard wasn't always on high, mainly in his own village. "You grow dim of your other friends, or did they merely get tired of you?" he tossed in retorted manner, in edge of wit. Thickening his inward creased brows with that of a taunt. At first he didn't even sense her charka, anything about her, who was she? Anyway he eliminated off as simply not looking out for it, since he wasn't.

Perking into the conversation came reward, what was the point, for both of them to run around without some type of gift. Beside the amount of training both of them would receive from each other, scattering onto his mind was what he wanted. He wasn't short on ryo, but neither did he have abundant amount of it either. Though sly grimace came behind in mask, not letting it spread.

Quite frankly her deal was terrible in his mind, not for the fact it didn't suit to his liking, but he'd rather it be to woman he actually wanted to eat with. "You don't posses many retaining quality traits, why would I want to eat with you?" well, she didn't suit the role at all. His vision creaked toward the pointing of her hand, soon back. Though on the other hand "If I win, you'll stop your petty little games for good." he handed out in her direction. Wouldn't that be the ultimate win, even if she was to accept. He didn't know if she would keep that deal, but he thought it was worthy bargain. Now he simply waited for her witty little come back toward him.

Further her comment sunk into his core, eaging him to fall into her 'trap'. "Over there right?" he tilted his body toward the shop again, turning at 180 degree angle. That's when his foot came out in kick, but not at her, toward the ground of dirt.  Tilting his foot in vertical manner, like kicking soccer ball. Whirling into the air was dirt, aiming for her eyes while bringing his body in with it to tap against her shoulder. If he hit, that was one and. "You consider yourself a woman?" he asked with putting genuie shock in it, to make it further insult.   "We'll do the best of three, agreed?  Or until we grow bored."