“[color=crimson]Whoa there, I don't mean you any harm I was just curious of who was running so close to the village. I am just out here to do a bit of training myself.[/color]” the stranger quickly deflected and Haruka felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. Just before he had spoken, Haruka had realized that the hitai-ate around the boy's arm was not the one shinobi of Gobigakure wore, but rather one of those from Kunogakure.

The nature of her grin changed in a matter of seconds; the arrogantly lopsided grin grew to a soft smile and she let out a small chuckle again, but this time the relief in her tone would be obvious.

"[color=crimson]I am Tashiro by the way, I am sorry for interrupt whatever you were doing as I said before I was just curious of who was running around outside of the village. So there is no need for weapons...or jutsu...[/color]" the boy kept talking, trailing off as if he was indirectly asking her a question.

Relaxing her pose and rolling her left shoulder a bit in an attempt to relieve the tension in her arm a bit, Haruka tried her very best to be as non-threatening as she possibly could. “[color=plum]I was just training,[/color]” she clarified softly, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow; she was feeling worse and worse the further into the day she got, “[color=plum]I do this every morning and every night. Usually, I'd be climbing the mountains by now, but my arm is a bit … Well, it's seen better days,[/color]” she admitted sheepishly, raising her arm and flexing so the very large, very obvious and very gross scar on her bicep was clearly visible.

She purposely did not mention whether she was a ninja or not. She still was not quite sure whether Gobigakure was still under Kumogokure and if it were, if this guy perhaps could be some sort of enforcer to make sure that other villages did not infest their outpost and especially not with all the fighting that was going on in the minor villages around the world.