She had never quite been comfortable around large groups of people. Capable of dealing with it; of course. However, when push came to shove and she wanted to work, Mito would always prefer the company of herself. Keeping from dealing with others was a precious thing to her. Though leaving the Senju’s settlement never came without risk, at this point in the nearly ever-present war, she was confident she could wander without major danger to herself or her allies.
Then again, she’d partially justified her little expedition by saying she wanted to know the terrain, in case they’d need to fight on it again.
Her concentration broke as she picked up a faint chakra signal. Though not a particularly gifted sensor, identifying the amount of signatures wasn’t difficult to her; it was a sole ninja, relatively close to her temporary camp. Though it was neutral territory, she felt uncomfortable with this development, and with a slight sigh, she headed to the source of the disturbance. Quickly crossing the distance, albeit whilst walking at a civilian pace, she maintained her mental readiness; though nearing at a speed that could not be mistaken for ‘hostile’, there was no way to know who she’d be dealing with.
Cue her surprise when she saw a source; a dark-haired boy, whose years couldn’t differ much from her own. Expression neutral, she nevertheless didn’t quite manage to keep the irritation from her voice.
“What do you think you’re doing here?”
斑—- • Whoever it was, they were coming closer. Madara was tempted to activate his Sharingan but then it would give out his last name and in these times of war, your identity must always be kept a secret if you want more chances of survival. Instead, the young adolescent waited and was rewarded with the surprise of a girl being the source of such a strange chakra.
The male frowned. It seems that she not only has out of the ordinary red hair, but she’s also quite arrogant if she’s daring to ask a complete stranger an inquiry with that hostile tone. “This is neutral ground, so I see no reason why it matters to you, nor why should I respond.” He crossed his arms, turning to face her directly; the falcon on his shoulder watching curiously.
“Are you looking for a fight, girl? Because it is not my intention but if it is yours, I am not hesitant to comply.”