[b]Kensuke Nimatsu - Konohagakure Team 7 Jounin[/b]

After having visited the hospital, leaving Ezuri there for some well-earned rest and having his clone had a talk with Shisen about what lenghts one should and should not go to win what was not much more than a glorified training match, Kensuke enjoyed taking a leisurely stroll through the arena complex. Not the town itself, he actually hated it to be honest. It was dark, everything was made of ugly metal buildings, and it always rained. It was too depressing. Thereby, his village and the Rain has always been on fragile relations, since the valley where his hometown was located had been a neutral but heavily fortified border between the Rain and Konoha. Multiple times had the Rain tried to use it as a backdoor into the rear of the heavily fortified borders North of the mountain complex, and multiple times has their expeditionary units been slaughtered. He was raised to be cautious for this place, and even though he had largely grown past it, it still expressed itself this way. 

He heard the fights going on around him and tried to avoid thinking of the past himself. There was little happiness to be found there, because since he left the hospital now almost exactly a year ago, the period before he moved to Konoha which he had previously seen as the happiest period of his life, had grown a saddening shadow. It was as if his childhood memories gained a shroud coloured by the workings of sensitive matters he did not realize back then. In any case, his job in here was de facto complete, and he would return to Konoha as soon as Ezuri'd be healed. Enjoying some of the not-quite-but-still-fresher-than-outside air of the simulated arena, he saw a genin of the Rain throw some what you could call subtle looks at a group of Konoha genin. A grin grew on his face for some reason, and he decided to investigate the situation.