Blowing arrows through smoke rings was still entertaining to this day, of course he had replaced arrows with smoke kunai and several other tools. Who said you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks…errr that wasn’t right since he was still as green as the earth. His midnight stroll turned to smoke session had been interrupted by some passerbyer. The smoke evaporated as he shook his head turning to the voice calling out to him, “Hmm, what? Who are you?” he said finally facing the boy. 

They couldn’t have been too far off in age, but their power level had yet to be seen. Clans, names, and villages had no real merit to the boy as most adolescence had quite the symptom of not caring. Before he could say anything else a sudden spike in charka could be felt emanating from the strange boy looking to pick a fight. His eyebrows creased before a sigh escaped, “Listen man, I don’t get what you want. I’m not looking for trouble or anything. Here” the shinobi said exposing a cigarette, “You smoke?”