[h1][u][center][color=Gray]Kisuke Sagara the Unknown[/color][/center][/u][/h1]
[center][@Reflection]-Jaakuna[/center]

"[color=gray]You know, there's one thing about the Camouflage Technique that not too many people take advantage of.[/color]" A voice from behind Jaakuna would speak, and not just a clone of Jaakuna, but the real one. But how? 

"[color=gray]It's not just the sounds I hear when you run through this village, not with your thirty-something clones running around...[/color]" The man would pull his hood down to reveal a thick head of scarlet red hair, parted down the middle and sticking up at the sides. He was quite tall, and looked to be of a toned, highly athletic build. His eyes carried a certain depth to them that pierced beyond the casual glances that enemies often exchanged. He was looking at the man beneath what his opponent  portrayed on the exterior. 

"[color=gray]...or the fact that I simply headed in the direction of the point in which your chakra signature first disappeared.. oh and by the way, you're quite far from that original point. I almost ran right by you, so that tells me you're quite the fast individual..[/color]" The man continued, moving his cloak aside to reveal two swords at his hip. His left hand rested casually on the wakizashi as he looked at where he knew Jaakuna's eyes were. 

"[color=gray]..and it's not even the minute distortions in the air around you from the way the technique bends light..[/color]" He was just showing off at this point, flashing his analytical skill and hunting prowess. 

"[color=gray]...it's the fact that you fucking wreak like a wet dog.[/color]" He said as his eyes narrowed in a wildly fierce manor, as if he had just become immensely serious and was about to go all out. His composure changed dramatically a split second later as he began laughing it off, his tense demeanor shifted radically to a carefree, lackadaisical one in under a second. Though even as he laughed off the seriousness of the situation, his left hand still rested on the wakizashi cautiously. 

"[color=gray]My name is Kisuke Sagara, and I am the Assistant to the Tsuchikage, Yatsu-chan.[/color]" Kisuke finally gave Jaakuna a formal introduction after quite literally sniffing him out. "[color=gray]So would you mind, like, telling me what you and your friends are doing in Yatsu-chan's village? He has his hands full up there apparently, so it's only logical that I should be covering down here where he can't.[/color]" The explanation was unnecessary, and it felt like Kisuke was almost just initiating small talk to see how Jaakuna would react. His eyes danced all over the place as he moved from one thing to the next, always landing back to his opponent's gaze, as if gauging every little reaction he had to each specific notion of speech. 

"[color=gray]I saw your friend-the slithery one, not the snarky blue guy- slink away into the shadows just around the corner here.[/color]" He pointed his finger behind Jaakuna, assuming that he had at least turned to face Kisuke once he had been called out. "[color=gray]You can go ahead and go after him if you'd like...[/color]" He mused with a certain sense of matter-of-fact-ness in his voice. "[color=gray]That is, you know, if you think you're fast enough to turn your back on your enemy and get away before I can fucking murder you...[/color]" Oh boy was he tempting the fox. He knew that Jaakuna had a certain level of speed due to the distance he could close from the point his chakra disappeared to where they were now, and he knew that this was achieved without even trying. To say the very least, this intrigued Kisuke. To a degree, the swordsman was tempting the fox to provoke a reaction, to try and fool the fox into arrogantly turning his back on an enemy due to the pride he had in his own speed. Though, in truth, Kisuke did want to find out how fast Jaakuna really was.