Of all the days to be in the market, walking slowly and shakily across the street, alone. Of all the days to have decided to wear the Akatsuki cloak because the wind had a bit of a chill to it.
It would have to be the day to come face to face with a woman in ANBU armor.
She was new here. He could tell by the way her chakra moved. She was on edge. And he, for all intents and purposes was a face in the bingo book of every major village. A thinner face, with a nearly emaciated body to match, but a familiar, immediately recognizable face still.
I understand in advance this comment is likely hazardous to my health ~
It would have to be the day to come face to face with a woman in ANBU armor.
She was new here. He could tell by the way her chakra moved. She was on edge. And he, for all intents and purposes was a face in the bingo book of every major village. A thinner face, with a nearly emaciated body to match, but a familiar, immediately recognizable face still.
This... probably wasn't going to end well.