The young man currently called Sai had been making notes of every person who arrived in this village. Every person who walked differently from a civilian, everyone who looked at things differently, reflexes honed by years of training and missions. It was difficult, to weed out those kinds of reflexes. Even he had difficulty, to an extent, though ROOT of course provided training for such things.
He decided that he liked this unknown shinobi. The walk he walked reminded him of a large cat. Absently, he wondered if he would be permitted to sketch this man, just once. It was that curiosity that led him to follow the other once spotted, an ink-clone cautiously holding its distance as Sai himself moved underground behind him.
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The young man currently called Sai had been making notes of every person who arrived in this village. Every person who walked differently from a civilian, everyone who looked at things differently, reflexes honed by years of training and missions. It was difficult, to weed out those kinds of reflexes. Even he had difficulty, to an extent, though ROOT of course provided training for such things.
He decided that he liked this unknown shinobi. The walk he walked reminded him of a large cat. Absently, he wondered if he would be permitted to sketch this man, just once. It was that curiosity that led him to follow the other once spotted, an ink-clone cautiously holding its distance as Sai himself moved underground behind him.