[center][color=#F2F2F2][h3][u][b]Tsuki-sha, Kyūsai[/b] - [i]The Ashen Harlequin[/i][/u][/h3][/color]
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Walking calmly through a lightly forested area, his companion beside him, Kyūsai took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. [color=#F2F2F2][b]"Amegakure,"[/b][/color] he said, breaking the calm air. The next moment a kunai flew towards his head. There was a flash of red and the sound of rupturing flesh for the briefest of moments before the weapon could be seen falling to the ground. He had not flinched, he had barely noticed, he kept on walking. After a whole quiet thirty seconds had passed he smiled, a look one might see upon the face of someone who had thought of a useful idea, [color=#F2F2F2][b]"Arina, would you fetch me a shuriken, a smoke bomb, and three explosive tags please?"[/b][/color] Without giving her so much as a passing glance, his arm raised from his side, palm upturned, in a gesture for her to hand the items over.

Several kunai three. Again, a flesh and the sound of bursting flesh, and the kunai fell to the ground his body unmarred. He hadn't even blinked. It almost seemed as if he hadn't even realized he was being attacked. It was odd, his expression and demeanor contrary to his request and his situation all at once.

As always, he kept others guessing.