Chiyoko / cont.
@magneticsensorā
Chiyoko had simple plans for the day: keep up on her training and keep her hideout clean. She was fine with creatures of the earth taking home in her hideout, so long as they left her be. When she heard the sounds of slithering or hisses, she shrugged it off. She only paid attention to the sounds of humans or other intelligent beings.
She felt something was off about today, but she did not know what. Just when she was beginning to question it fully, there was an edge of a blade on her neck. She didnāt recognize the voice, but the words of āmy landā brought to mind the nearby Otogakure. A Sound shinobi? She usually only dealt with Fire or Earthā¦
āIām only interested in living and keeping those who wish to take me back to Iwa out,ā she said. āFrom your words, Iām assuming youāre from Otogakure? I promise you, I want nothing from Sound shinobi.ā
She counted mentally how many ninja tools the threatening person carried, only to find a surprisingly low number. They were clearly some type of shinobi, what with their sword on her neck. Perhaps they specialized in a specific type of jutsu or other abilities?
āAlso, why are you carrying so little shuriken and kunai?ā she asked. āI can sense and count how many you have.ā
She could sense their weapons? Now that was peculiar.Ā
They walk around her, the blade trailing around her neck in motion with their steps. Once in front of the woman, they walk forwards, metal to skin, pushing her to be backed in to the wall. Golden eyes meet her with intensive curiosity, head tilting to the side in observation. They read her only for a moment, like a predator sizing out prey, before their lips flicker to a more amused smile.
āSomeone such as myself does not need to compensate with an abundance of blades my dear,ā they say,Ā āI find it more practical to carry light, and to make a weapon of myself.ā
It was little concern to them if they ran out of the ambush blades, if they were left without a single one in their pouch. They had always preferred their sword, and if not, their summons - or push come to shove... venomous fangs that could deliver a single fatal bite, that possessed enough toxicity to kill over a hundred men. Needless to say, it was impossible to disarm the viper. Not without defanging them first. And who quite wanted to stick their hand near such jaws?
āNow itās my turn to ask a question,ā they say, inquisitively observing her for any hint of a reaction,Ā āyouāre evidently a sensor given your choice of diction, but you seemed to pick out a peculiar bit of information. Elaborate on that little ability hm?ā
To sense the metal in their pouch, instead of their debilitating ominous chakra... how strange.