[b] [u] Orion and Sunōrirī, the road to the village [/u] [/b]

Orion followed behind Sunōrirī. "My name is Kaji" he lied gracefully. It was a lie he had practiced to perfection since he was a child. Without another word he placed his hands back behind his head in a causal manner and walked silently. The air about this woman was as mysterious as she was and yet so simple and graceful. Orion noticed the absence of sound from her movements and took notice of it quickly. Silent steps were dangerous, He would know growing up in a ninja compound. loud feet were dead feet, these feet were deadly. He watched her movements carefully while maintaining his own ruse as a traveler. His steps were normal, a bit un-even but made noise. Every so often he would glance around, taking in the surroundings, the sites the sounds the smells. As he breathed he let his mind shift, so to speak. He was, for now, no longer Orion, he was Kaji, as he always was at times like this. when the truth required an absolute defense he would hide within himself and watch. As the personality/identity/alias known as Kaji would go to work. 

It was a mind trick he learned that allowed for believable lies as well as a split train of thought. Everything Kaji said, he believed to be true, creating a perfect lie. the details, history and even the skills were all intricately fabricated and learned to the point of living them. It was almost like Kaji was a different person than Orion, but still Orion. This way he had an established cover for when they reached the village and people started asking him questions. thankfully this beautiful woman was not as inquisitive as she was enchantingly mysterious.