When there were people seeking to remain unwatched, Ryoko was always there to watch them.
Who? Who who who?
Who was that girl?
Who?
A slight shift of her weight, a tipping of her wings to the side adjusts her glide through the still night air. She was death on silent wings, a small brown owl with sharp talons and sharper eyes. She’d ignore the rodents scurrying for now, their existence spared in favor of her undying curiosity. Though her chakra signature remained strong, her flight feathers were quiet while cutting through the air.
Who? Who who who?Wings break her speed in silence as grips a branch with her feet and she settles to perch carefully in place. Her hooted question was probably the first clue given to her presence, and she turns her eyes towards the .. genin? Chuunin maybe?.. that was sprinting back and forth. She didn’t recognize her, but there were plenty of nin Ryo had yet to harass. That thought kept her motivated, kept her social, kept her from drifting off to do her own thing. Life would be so lonely without new strangers to screw with.
She watches, wondering what the girl was up to. As she does she inspects her closer, examining her clothes, checking her for weapons, and examining her body on a purely platonic level. She seemed, in pretty much every way, unremarkable. Not particularly strong, or fast. Not overladen with weapons. Heck, she didn't even seem to have so much as a pocket knife.
She didn’t even have a headband, who the heck was this? Just some civilian maybe? That’d be boring, Ryoko’s own personal code prevented her from trolling the civilians she was supposed to protect.
She didn’t even seem to be all that fast..
WHO.. the heck is this random stranger?