[center][b]Itsuo Takata[/b][/center]

Itsuo sat in the mud, placing his back on the wall with his head lowered and hands hidden underneath the cloak. He had the rat handsignal concealed as well as his two fingers dug deep into the dirt as he felt the nearby area with his eyes locked on the ground. He could hear some coins click in front of him, feeling its shape through the Nature's Ear. It was a child who'd fallen behind his parents to give what she thought to be a homeless person. A small smirk curled on the young shinobi's lips.

He'd tried to find a proper place to hide and stay out of sight but he decided against it, coming to the conclusion that people who were wary of him as a raider would stay away and those who were actually attacking the village wouldn't care about his presence or at least approach him for goods. Though it wasn't very likely that his open presence, even if in the guise of a faceless wanderer, would attract the attention he wanted enough to help him significantly, it was still better to feel the ground on the street than in a building. This way both the eyes and the Ear could help him.