「 bakasuke-prince | thousandbirds | tempestblade | religious-killer | attentivecanine 」
In all this turmoil had the youth entered war within his own mentality--a game? No, he would merely vow to avoid failure...protect those dear to him. No disaster would touch, he'll never allow a comrade to fall again.
Snap. Even a heel which had marched gracefully upon the ground could not avoid the undeniable sound produced when setting foot unto a twig; the youth's guard taken lightly as an immediate response would be initiated. Hastily would he shift positions, mere seconds passing until he had taken perch upon a branch; an ebony optic scanning the village's walkway until ceasing to focus upon an individual bearing no familiarities to him. Frantically would he search within his memory until his sight had taken notice of what could be considered common attire, his muscles growing less tense whilst a silent breath parted from his throat.
"Who are you?"
An inquiry heard a thousand times by any single individual, his position shifting once more as he leaped to stand mere inches apart from said stranger. A quick look over of the one before him would strike his confidence, huff, he could easily defend himself if an instance would require such.
