Ichiro looked around at the people he spent his last few days with. They began to grow on him and he thought of them as family. The family of traitors had a nice ring to it, and that was fine with him. His white hair in a pony tail behind his head, it was a little frizzy and needed to be brushed or combed out. He did not mind that and continued to play in it every now and then. Ichiro Ishi, The Ninja with a Big Mouth. That was the title his father gave him and the reason was obvious. Ichiro was excited about leaving the village. He did not have much experience about outside the village unless you count the time he followed his father out, and secretly helped on perimeter guard duty. Even so, Ichiro's lack of the outside is what excited him.

"I AM READY!" Ichiro said a little too loud. He couldn't even hold it in anymore he just had to have his out burst. He wanted to say more, but figured it will just show another reason for why a ninja his age shouldn't be going along with them. "I apologize for my.... infelicitous out burst. I will also like to say I volunteer to take out a guard, I mean it's the least I could do. "Ichiro turned a little red after thinking about what he just did. Was he like this regularly? He needed some major self evaluation and work on his approach. His mind raced with different thoughts on how they could be judging him. Naturally he didn't care what people think, but he needed acceptance from this group of people if he planned on traveling with them across these countries. His main question was where they were heading first. Did they have a plan on what land they were going to go to? Or a specific formation they were going to use while traveling? He didn't pay attention much when fantasizing about where they were going, and what they were going to encounter.