“Just.. just a few more minutes.. they don't need me there anyway..” Higoho had mumbled to himself when his alarm had gone off, warning him that he had a thing today. He'd promised the Hyuga clan head, Isamu Hyuga, that he'd escort a Hyuga girl to the farmers feast. He still remembered that argument, quite clearly actually. “Why do you need me to go? Can't someone do it who is bad at being a shinobi? I don't wanna spend my day at the farmers market watching them compare cow-turds.” he'd told Isamu daringly, not hiding the fact that he'd thought himself above things like this. “Because I'm telling you to. Remember your place Higoho.” he'd gotten as an answer, clearly noting that Higoho was not only a branch member, but also a bastards child. If it weren't for his skill in the gentle fist, it wouldn't be far fetched to say he'd have been written off right away.
Ultimately, the girl arrived knocking at his door. He sighed and got up, picking up his grey wife beater in the process. He'd quickly pull it over his head and walk towards the sliding door. “One second..” he said, realizing he didn't even put on his pants. A shrug followed that realization and he slid open the door, looking at the girl with a bland look. She looked like a typical Hyuga girl, with black hair and white eyes. She was probably around his age, but he wouldn't know. He guessed she was important or something for her to need an escort.
Being met with a pantsless Higoho, the girl only giggled. The lack of care from Higoho's side was unbelievable and if he didn't know better, he'd have picked his nose in front of her too. “Give me a second to get ready.. I can't believe Isamu is making me do this..” he mumbled before walking back into his room and picking up some black slackers. He dressed up right in front of the girl, putting on some blue shoes as well as putting on his Hamajō Confederation necklace. After making the girl wait for, what was probably close to ten minutes, he was finally ready. “Okay, let's get moving, don't wanna miss the cow-shit comparison contest.” he said as he put his hands in his pockets and marched past the girl, who seemed to have moderately enjoyed herself watching the arrogant boy get dressed without a care for her.
Tsk. That was an explosion. Luckily the girl had gone home long ago, finding herself rather bored with the farmers market. He'd stuck around to avoid being around the Hyuga compound, atleast then he didn't have to do shitty chores. But now there were explosions, and that meant Red Sage assholes coming to ruin an otherwise already shitty farmers market. It didn't take long for the visitors to panic, meaning that Higoho had to get to the higher ground if he wanted to get some oversight on where to go. Not waiting for thunder to strike him before moving, he rapidly jumped up onto the rooftops of nearby buildings and casually jumped to the next. He came across a shinobi, but since he didn't have a red armband, he supposed it was just another Confederate shinobi. He stopped for a moment, looking at the shinobi without much care as to how weird it would be for him to stop and stare at this shinobi.
Then Higoho looked down into the streets, where he saw some Red Sage corpses, with shrapnel marks from an explosion. Looking back up at the shinobi, he simply uttered, “Hey asshole.. the fight is over there.” while pointing at the main fight. He didn't wait around for a snide response or a comeback, simply leaving it at that and leaving again. Higoho continued towards the main fight, which seemed to be near the stairs leading up to the compound. Once he'd arrived there, he would jump into the fray and navigate his way around a bit. He was looking for a Red Sage that wasn't engaged yet, as to not get in the way of other Confederates. He was about to fall back due to a lack of unengaged Red Sages when he noticed a guy in red, seemingly dancing around and stabbing people.
As if that wasn't enough, the guy spouted a stream of water from his hand, which looked innocent at first but then cut off a mans hand in one slice. How delightful. While the guy was occupied, Higoho activated his byakugan, folding his hands together and forming the tiger seal. “Byakugan!” Then, using his byakugan, he tried to pinpoint as accurately as he could, the vital parts of the dancing sword shinobi. Once he'd gotten a somewhat clear idea of where and how, he performed a Gentle Fist technique, pushing his open palm forwards and creating a vacuum shell of sorts, sending it flying towards the prancing red wearing guy. “Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm!” he yelled as he did, already preparing to close the distance. If the vacuum palm attack hit, the swordsman would likely be knocked off his feet and have the air pressed out of him from the power of the attack - although that wouldn't be long lasting. That meant that Higoho had to be ready to move quickly to make sure he didn't get up off his feet again.
