Willowing Wanderer

Crunch... crunch... crunch...

Nikuyo turned his head towards the east, his sensory range picking something up at the far edge. His eyes narrowed as the signature faded away, being unsure as to whether he had imagined it or not. The second Mizukage was garbed in his full armor and had on his famously huge fur coat made from the pelt of a brown bear. It was wrapped around his impressive shoulders and hid most of the weaponry he had on his person. Truly, it was an astounding amount. His arm guards had been inscribed with a Lightning Flash Blade Creation seal by an ally of his upon his request, allowing him to store most of his small arms and odds and ends type weapons inside of it for future use. He couldn't reseal it of course, but there were extra pouches contained in the seal too if it came down to it.

He had his trench knives on his waist, one on each hip, as well as his wakizashi. A couple pouches on his legs and one on the back of his belt had an assortment of items in them for quick access. He didn't like to rely on others too much after all. The ever greying hair was as unruly as always with a beard to match. The old man let it grow to hide the scars the decorated his face as well as the rest of his body. Curious as to what he detected, Nikuyo turned east and picked up his pace a bit. Surely enough the signature fell into range again. Without a word and now without a sound, the Mizukage charged for the new signature.

Had Honiko returned? He didn't detect that witch anywhere nearby, but there was someone on the island of that he was sure. They'd likely be going insane within hours even without his interference, but Nikuyo was feeling the urge to satisfy a certain... itch. He had left the pits again recently to come to this island and had been reassured very few people that weren't supposed to be there would come. And yet, here was someone. And that someone intrigued him. Were they any good at fighting? How long would it take before they began to beg? How long before they bled out? The important questions in life, as we all know.

Unlucky for this poor girl, Nikuyo could sense her every move and made sure to keep behind her by judging the direction she was traveling and shadowing her. He closed the distance quickly, the back of the stranger coming into view. Before she had even gotten time to rest, the Old Wolf would soundlessly slip behind her with a trench knife in hand. With reflexes most people thought to be mythical, this blade would swing around and press against her throat. Done hiding his presence with the Silent Killing technique once he had gotten to her, the malice he felt towards this living creature on the other end of his knife would become almost tangible to the poor girl. And it was likely that at this point she knew...

"You picked the wrong island."

His words were said with complete and total hostitlity, as if the man had an utter hatred of her very presence. It was as if her very existence insulted him, and the venom in his words would make this more than clear. Still pressing the blade against her throat had would lean in to speak in her ear. Any sudden movements and the blade might just slip a little, and Nikuyo would feel nothing over it either way.

"I don't sense Honiko with you. That means you're probably not with her, hm?" The question was rhetorical of course. The old man pulled back a little, his collosal form towering over her as he stood at 6'8" when fully erect. Should he just kill her? That would be the most prudent form of action. Ah, but that wouldn't be any fun. He was missing his home a little today so maybe she could help him feel a bit more welcome to this hellhole of an island. As long as she was near him she would be fine, as Nikuyo was carrying a coin in one of his pouches that protected him from the effects of the mist. This was a cursed island for a reason, and the fact that this girl wasn't babbling incoherently right now was a miracle.

Nikuyo chuckled, an evil grating sound coming from his old and worn out vocal chords. "I'm going to give you two choices, and you're going to pick one: die, or come with me." Nikuyo's ultimatum was delivered mercilessly with a tone even harsher than the one he had first taken with her. If she was not a fool, she would know which one gave her a sliver of hope. It was fairly obvious to him, at least. He wouldn't wait too long for an answer however, so she had better decide quickly. Nikuyo was not known to be a patient man.




Using:

Sensing

Silent Killing

Nikuyo's broken smile showed through his mess of a beard when the girl mentioned him supposedly being in a coma. "Heh, I suppose you're not wrong. Everybody has a friend in the world though. Except you," he said to the girl in reference of her being here all by her lonesome. She opted for the smart decision however, or at least she didn't directly say she wanted to die. Nikuyo kept the trench knife out and motioned to the west with it. "Move." The old man's tone was still hostile in every conceivable way and he acted as if he was taking a P.O.W to a camp with his mannerisms. Once she was moving that direction, Nikuyo would take up a position one meter behind her. Well within reach if she tried to do anything funny. "You've got another mile to go. Walk quickly."




[exit]