#uchihacycs

If it weren't for her good hearing of something falling onto the ground while she was cleaning up her Dojang or the scent of a person nearby, she probably wouldn't have noticed something was wrong. The broom is dropped abruptly and the Gumiho is stepping out quickly. To have lost consciousness anywhere NEAR mistwood was not safe.

She's quick to spot the child scoop him up in her arms and dash right back into the nearest area. Her dojang was safe, and warm, and padded where the martial artists would train and spar. She places him there.

“…Ugh.”

Dashing and stoping in front of a group of civlians that were about to be attacked, he erects a five layer barrier between them and the enemy. Familiar uniforms, he thinks as five giant fireballs slam into his barrier. Breaking three. But the speciality of the Phalanx barrier is that the barrier behind it will always be spent on renewing itself!

 Another cast as two barriers drop on themselves to the enemy head, knocking them out. 

“Isn’t this one of those things from that game you play?” he gestures at a holiday plush that was not from Sasuke’s mobile game at all, but a purple and white doll with bat ears. Close enough.

“ you don’t have to try that hard, you know~ this city isn’t crawling with murderers or anything~ ” siren doesn’t even wait for a good time in the middle of witnessing sasuke train. while they absolutely love stupid ninja tricks, and the fact that a teenager is doing them just makes it hilarious... jeering is just too easy.

Well...that's not someone he knows. Strange. All the other unknown people up until now never shared such a striking similarity to the people of his country. Perhaps a little earlier, not when he was a Demon Moon. Before that. He would see people dressed similarly as they approached the red light district where he and his sister always lived. This one seems...dangerous. The tired eyes look directly, unblinking, as a permanent frown stuck as a normal facial expression for the former Demonic Moon.

     Didn’t seem like he was going to catch up to that fox anytime soon. By the time the animal disappeared out of sight, he was already out of breath with palms rested on quaking knees. So much for wanting to pet them. Now what was he going to do? The more he looked around, the longer he realized just how deep he’d followed the cute creature.

     No worries. No problems. Just put on your thinking cap! Maybe back tracking in a straight line would get him back to the roads. But would he make it before nightfall...?

     Could he make it before nightfall at all? What if foxes weren’t the only animals wandering around these odd groves. What if there were bears. Or vengeful spirits. Or worse... Vengeful bear spirits. So much for that thinking cap; all his mind is able to do is entertain a never ending bag-full of frightening scenarios that haven’t even happened yet. 

     It’s no wonder the instant he hears footsteps approaching close by that he drops down to the ground with a cowardly scream.

“ PLEASE DON’T EAT ME! PLUMBERS DON’T TASTE-A VERY GOOD! ”

lmao