by Azuma Asakaze Sun Feb 16, 2020 5:58 am
The Desert Rogue remained upon his perch on the high walls that protected the village both from invasion and the Desert itself, a hostile place it was. His eyes would continue to gaze out across the sunlit dunes...his mind was swimming with the recent events of the village and his own life. Being so high up a refreshing breeze would come in from the east, and shuffle his outfit. He had on a white silk Yukata, loosely tied around his form and bound by a belt-like headband baring Sunagakure's symbol. The mark of a Suna Shinobi. His pants and shoes could be described as 'typical', black pants that ended about the shins--bandages covering sight of any skin leading down to black shinobi shoes.
Of course, as always, the man packed his entire arsenal of equipment...A warrior at heart, he'd never leave his tools behind, even on a 'casual' day. He sat with one leg stretched out straight, the other bent and him resting his elbow on his knee--letting his hand hang loosely in front of him. As the wind blew it would reveal his forearm guards he'd obtained from a local smith. His long black locks was pushed by the same breeze, giving a fair profile view of his face from a distance.
A subtle sound of footsteps burned Azuma's ear, but he didn't move, not a single tell he even noticed someone was approaching. The young Jounin activated his sensor ability, and could instantly get a read on the teenage woman who'd be approaching from his flank. The man's perception was high, and she was well within his range, even before she had moved earlier to approach him. He could tell she had no ill intent, and remained relaxed. Likely someone who'd pass by, maybe a patrol, or someone getting some exercise walking the walls length. Made for a hell of a Jogging track.
But this person would approach, and stop rather close to him. He'd avert his eyes, Kurenai able to see a single Amber hue turn her direction as she kneeled down beside him, looking at The Desert Rogue. He's turn his head slightly more, and she'd be able to see his other eye, a white hue different then the other, and a scar that silently told a tale of battles past. The teenage girl was looking at him...no, almost through him it seemed. She would be the first to speak, asking him if he was a shinobi. The Jounin would give her a somewhat forced, but likely convincing smile. In his thoughts he'd been working himself up, was a bit hard to put on a smile. "Yes. I'm a Jounin from here..." he'd say, voice smooth and kind, albeit rather deep.
His head would turn just a bit more, now fully facing Kurenai. He was quickly analyzing the woman before him. She was young, likely a Genin--if even a Shinobi at all--she was mostly covered in her crimson cloak, making it hard to find a headband. "I'm Azuma." he'd introduce himself, keeping a smile on his features. Despite appearances, and even truths, the man was rather friendly, even though he was a battle hardened shinobi with a past no one would envy. He was making a guess based on what she'd said, but he had the feeling she may be new to the village. Most people don't start out a conversation with 'You're no ordinary human', and he could sense she was no normal citizen. Too much of a presence of chakra. "Maybe I'm wrong, but are you new around here?" he'd ask the young Spider girl.
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CP: 109.5/110
Techniques Used: Sensor Technique.