[H1][center][color=f7941d]Itazu[/color][/center][/h1]
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Itazu moved through forest with a practiced ease coming from a lifetime of living away from civilization, a light jingle in the air bringing a smile to his face. He doubted he'd see most of those recruits again, seeing as they couldn't even catch a common cutpurse right under their noses...well maybe common was under selling. The Fox Spirit's ears we're on a constant swivel following the cacophony of noises in the forest, the years of hunting letting him unconsciously mark various possible prey.

 The sudden sound of the maid following the unexpected attack snapped him back to his surrondings, eyes widening in panic as the knife sliced through the air, barely missing one of his squadmates and continuing through the air past him, lodging in a tree behind the group. His interest in the girl waned as she revealed a rather brusque personality. [color=f7941d]'Shame, cute girls should have cute personalities,'[/color] his ears pressing against his head as he pouted, before coming back up as he eyed the kunia she'd thrown, Tail wagging slightly as he noticed it. He had to admit it was excellently designed, looked to have a good weight and balance, and silver was always a nice touch, but really it'd be easier to examine if it wasn't buried in that tree.

Itazu slowly backed off from the rest of the group as she continued on, absentmindedly keeping track as she gave off her spiel, trying to keep one of his squadmates between him and her as he neared the weapon. While she started to finish her first bit, he frowned as he tried to pull the weighted knife, ears flattening as he redoubled his efforts, putting both hands on the handle and yanking on it, tail whipping frustratedly at the strain.

With a stifled gasp, he stumbled back from the tree as the kunai came free, grinning as he examined his prize, before his ears shot up in attention as he heard something ominous. Rather what he didn't hear, the others apparently having gone through the introductions, leaving him the last to respond.

Turning to face the others, he gave a half hearted salute to the primly dressed drill sergeant, trying to use the motion to discreetly slip the blade in his sack. [color=f7941d]"Pleasure to be here ma'am, Itazu, just Itazu these days."[/color]