[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/Gx2x7F0/lightning-strikes-twice.png[/img][h3]Arcture - Adventurer's Guild - Hall[/h3][/center][hr]
Kaito filled the registration form out diligently, ensuring that every detail was written legibly. He wrote rather quickly, his hand dashing through the form as if he were in a race. When it got to describing his fighting style, however, he would pause. Listing his abilities for all to see seemed a bit counterintuitive. Even with the disclaimer that his techniques will not be revealed to his opponent, Kaito knew that to reveal his techniques before he performed them would be against his own personal code. What if his opponents- or much worse, [i]evildoers[/i]- got their hands on this information? Not only will the Ironclad Demon's techniques be laid bare, but the entire Fuuma clan's abilities will be known. Kaito cannot allow this!

So instead of filling this portion of the form correctly, Kaito instead wrote about how the Fuuma clan's ninjutsu is unbeatable, filling every line he could with praises towards the strength of the Fuuma. Surely, this will suffice. If they wish to know more of the Fuuma-clan's techniques or Kaito's own abilities, they would have to find out for themselves in the tournament. For now, this introduction alone would suffice. 

As far as the hunt was concerned, Kaito would scoff at the idea. There was no material object that Kaito really cared for... except, perhaps maybe a new suit. But that could wait! A hunt would merely keep him distracted. He should train and improve upon himself for the tournament, ensuring that all his techniques were refined to perfection. Because of this, he declined any notion of formally joining a hunt...

... Of course, this didn't mean Kaito didn't plan to join his fellow students on their hunt. He would plan to follow them to this haunt, improving on his ability to move silently. There weren't many opportunities where he could improve on such a skill, and on an impressive quarry to boot. That [i]Strigidae[/i] boy had a keen eye, one keen enough to give Kaito a proper challenge in the shinobi arts. If he could remain undetected against him, then surely he should be able to surprise whoever would happen to be his opponent in this tournament.

"[color=E5006B]Hmph. I'll pass.[/color]" Kaito scoffed, crossing his arms. "[color=E5006B]I've got more important things to do than box with a ghost. I should get to know this city better... perhaps there are injustices deeply rooted in its streets. Ones that require my fists to mend. Fuuma Kaito, out![/color]"

With that, Kaito dashed backwards towards the main entrance of the guild as if propelled by the wind itself, keeping his arms crossed and facing the group as he did. Once he was out of the doors, he would continue outward until he was just out of that strange magical sphere that surrounded the guild. He would then begin to scale the rooftops once more, performing the proper hand-signs and breathing techniques to mask his presence as he did. All he needed to do now was wait until the group departed, and he would begin his training in espionage...