[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you @--

The ship was finally coming in to dock, the ship itself one of many arriving upon this day, and for what will be days to come. They carried, civilians, and other shinobi. But the one Toru stood upon held genin hopefuls and some of their attendants. He stood upon the bow, holding onto a tightened rope. The wind whipping at his cheeks, it was unsurprisingly cold, colder than home but almost just as he had imagined it would be. The red scarf that Minako had gifted him was wrapped around his neck, the ends - emblazoned with the famous Kaguya circles - of it drifting behind him, pointing him home. But home was not an option, and he determinedly looked ahead, facing his fate, and destination.

He had been waiting for this moment from the moment he had signed up, and now he was finally here. He could only wonder what he would face, but he believed himself to be prepared. Not cocky, but not showing any humility either. Toru would bring honor to his village and instill fear in those that would believe that Kirigakure no Sato was easy to invade.

The air bit at his lungs as he inhaled, his nose a gentle pink hue. As far as the eye could see, snow, and sheets of ice. There were trees in the distance and some mountains too. There was much to look at as the ship made its final lunge to pull in, and drop anchor. Allowed to deboard the temporary inhabitants of the ship would find their first steps into the town, but there was still a bit of traveling to do.

Toru would adjust his scarf over his lips, the cold now only nipping at just above his nose, turning his ears pink, he would begin making his way towards the train station as per the directions of their new local guide.

The train was a mechanism unlike one he had ever seen, so this was what other villages were hiding. Quite an awe inspiring thing for the eyes, but Toru as always expressed nothing as he boarded the train in silence. Once indoors, he would pull the scarf down. Adjusting his cloak, that hung over his shoulders also with the Kaguya insignia on the back. Beneath was not Toru's standard yukata, instead, he seemed to be more snow-ready - with a fairly thin thermal jacket that would allow him to continue to move with ease, trousers of similar material, and close-toed shoes in a similar styling to sandals but made for trudging through winter.

Minako had insisted, he had obliged, and now he wasn't regretting. Walking around he would find a secluded spot in the corner. He needed to focus, and maybe get a little rest.

OWL

[Gure Rokurou]

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The train was... Something else. It was big. Chunky. And a genius way to get from one end of the island to the other. Granted, they didn't have to go to the other end of the island, Roku bet they could. Having been seated since he boarded a while ago, his legs were starting to grow cold. Mostly due to nerves and his own imagination, but also due to sitting still for so long. So he was up and moving. Wandering down the isle, past coupes and seats, empty and filled. He had dressed in wool socks and layered several pieces of clothing, what he wasn't wearing hung around his waist. It was too risky leaving it in his seat. Even if nothing was likely to happen to it... Roku's mind still conjured visions of someone stealing them, snooping through it even though he had nothing to hide, or otherwise tampering with it. It wasn't great, but it meant, to ease his mind, he had everything he brought with him on his person. So even he small backpack with essentials he couldn't afford to put in the larger bag which was stored in the baggage cart of the train instead. He had his blue glasses on as usual, his headband hidden below the three thin shirts he had tied around his waist. [break][break]
As he went, he'd come to the end of a rather empty cart when he stumbled over his own boots, meaning he'd almost fall flat on his face on the rough carpet. His hands came to save him, but he still slid forward and his cheek came to rest against the carpet with a small huff, his eyes squeezed shut. [break][break]Had he yelped? Oh god. He totally did! A prickling feeling creeped up the back of his neck and his body grew tense, as he quietly pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes before realizing his glasses had been knocked off of his nose as well. He started to look around for them, only to see what looked like them under the seat to his left. Great he would have to bother whoever was sitting there... 

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[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Gure Rokurou

Toru had his eyes shut by the time the stranger had come wandering into the back of the train. He was half asleep, but the shout or yelp brought him back to reality. He inhaled sharply the only sign of distress he was willing to show, or rather was prone to show, his fingers grasping onto the hilt of his blade, but he realized it was nothing, nothing but a boy who had fallen next to his seat and was now on the ground searching for something. Toru looked down, he wasn't sure what the kid had lost, but his crawling around was not only pitiful, but also horribly annoying.

The white-haired male would place his feet firmly against the ground now and lean forward.

"Are you lost?" He grumbled, not wanting to take to anyone. But the quicker he got over this interaction the faster he could go back to taking a nap. The nap was nagging at him, making him grouchier than normal especially since he was quite groggy. He just hoped it was a picture or something the other had lost, nothing important.

OWL

[Gure Rokurou]

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He scrambled around for his glasses until a sharp thud got his attention and made him sit up, looking at what might as well have been a mop. If mops could talk. It took him a moment to find his voice, but he found it eventually. "I dropped my glasses under your seat... Sorry"[break][break]
He ducked his head and apologized another time, before he tried to reach in under the seat to snatch the blue rimmed glasses. "Sorry I won't bother you too much. " He had to almost had to crawl entirely under the seat to get a hold of them, no doubt all the while being a major nuisance to the small mop character he had disturbed. Once his glasses were safely back on his nose he sat back up before he got up completely and looked to the white haired boy in the seat. With a grimace he rubbed his neck and apologized once more. If that seemed to be enough for the stranger, then he would be on his way.  

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[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Gure Rokurou

Toru blinked a few times, glasses? He did not many shinobi who had glasses mostly because it was a horrible nuisance to have glasses and actually perform rigorous physical activity. Most shinobi had excellent vision, some had vision that was more excellent than excellent - superb, some would say. The rare few had poor enough vision to have to wear glasses and yet here one was before him, climbing seemingly to irritate him under his seat to try and get them. Toru's lips pursed momentarily whilst the other could not see him.

"You cannot see, but you do know where your glasses went." He pointed out the obvious strange behavior but otherwise did not comment on all of the apologies. If he really wanted to apologize, he would have thrown himself headfirst off of the train. But, Toru felt it was probably not appropriate to say something like this. Minako would not approve, and if she did well he was on his way to a truce town, unlikely that it would be good to start fights now even though his mouth itched to speak crudely.

He stared as the other grimaced and apologized once again.

"What, am I scary?" He grumbled, his arms folded across his chest as the other tried to make a quick escape.

OWL

[Gure Rokurou]

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He was blind but could still see his glasses? He pulled a face, mumbling about how he really wasn't a mole, but had poor sight. There was a difference between being blind and needing glasses. It wasn't a discussion he wanted to engage in, his nature telling him to just let it go and avoid conflict. [break][break]
He was about to be free when the other asked if he was scary, making the konoha freeze in place. He pushed his glasses up even if they didn't need it, just to buy himself a few seconds. Was he scary? He surely looked like someone who could be both annoying and wear a tough expression to deter others from approaching.

[break][break]"Uhm... No? You just look as if you would rather sleep than be disturbed"

[break][break]He would remain still as the other replied. If he didn't move the other might not take offence at his reply, or maybe he was a mindreader and Roku was about to be jumped and stabbed for being rude in his thoughts... Just what he needed~

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[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Gure Rokurou

Toru grunted in acknowledgment, it wasn't far from the truth. Sleeping was nice, considering what he was doing, and where he was currently. He had traveled for quite some time from Kirigakure, to be well-rested and in peak form by the time he got to Byakuya for the exams. Still, he glanced to the seat across from him, wasn't it the more polite thing to invite this new person to sit across from him? Perhaps he had friends and wanted to get back to them though? Then, why was he here bumbling about awkwardly and losing his glasses? Toru didn't feel anxious, he just felt... Confused as to how he was supposed to proceed.

Then his mouth forced a single word through his lips, awkwardly.

"Sit." He motioned to the seat across. Internally though, Toru felt as if this had a bit more bite to it than he had initially intended. But, maybe the other would see through that and notice that he was just being awkward? Probably not. Everyone usually saw Toru as a biting threat to them, his stoic features and presence with the sword were enough to usually put others off... Though the other had said he wasn't scared, so maybe there was a chance of... Chance... of something.

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[Gure Rokurou]

[attr="class","dorado2"]The stranger's word managed to make the konoha genin jump, not much, but enough to be visible. The stranger wanted him to sit? The tone reminded him of the few times adults had been cross with him and asked him to stay behind or given another order. Not given much time to react, he just moved to sit down. He might have made a promise to become a better shinobi, but that didn't mean it would happen overnight and old habits were hard to shake. Rusty brown eyes looked to the white haired genin and his hands would be placed gently in his lap, fingers idly tapping at his thigh. What could the other want from him? Money for snacks? Roku didn't have a lot but... well he had enough to pay for a few snacks if it meant he wouldn't get his glasses broken and his face beaten for being clumsy in the train aisle... So while he waited for the other's reaction, the rusty, doe brown eyes glanced between the stranger's face, the window, the armrest and the red scarf. [attr="class","dorado3"] [attr="class","dorado4"] [attr="class","dorado5"]# TAG [attr="class","dorado6"]Their life is worth a hundred of mine... [attr="class","bycrane"]made by crane

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[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Gure Rokurou

He sat, Toru internally felt a bit relieved. He had not scared him off, yet. But he was clearly concerned, the way his eyes were darting around between the window, him and his neck? He wasn't sure why he was staring at his neck but he wasn't going to think about it too much. He just kind of continued on staring for a while, when the gaze darting did not stop he sighed, his expression remaining but he at least spoke.

"Village?" Perhaps the boy was from an allied village, or even better an enemy village and he could know more about an enemy village. That was far more interesting than an ally, as an ally was unlikely to show up and try to murder everyone in one's own village. He would wait quietly for the other to respond, not yet realizing that he had not really introduced himself or even asked for the other's name. Toru wasn't exactly an expert in social interaction.

OWL

[Gure Rokurou]

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[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Gure Rokurou

"Mm," Toru grunted in a crude acknowledgment of the other's place of birth - he assumed was his place of birth. A relief that it was an enemy village, he could arguably be mean but he could also take this moment to start learning about the place. He took a deep breath in, leaning far into his seat his eyes lidded as he regarded the boy. Why was he so nervous and fidgeting? Oh, yeah, he asked where he was from too.

"Kirigakure."

Was it normal to be this fidgety and nervous in his home village? No. That wasn't fair, to think of everyone as a representation of their village in a whole. After all, he and Asuna were nothing alike and yet they still somehow shared a village. So, he decided to cast this thought aside and instead move onto the newest thought. Which was, the fidgeting, and mostly why.

"Nervous?"

It seemed pretty obvious, but maybe asking if the other was was more polite than pointing out that he was acting like a squirrel hyped on some kind of drugs, at least with his fingers. What was he doing down there? He probably wouldn't be very hard to take down in a battle if he was fidgeting like that the whole time. Unless that was just his way to idly practice his hand seals.

OWL

[Gure Rokurou]

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[attr="class","hiraeth"]THE LOST UCHIHA

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Was he... Nervous? Roku froze for a second before he sagged and leaned towards the window, eyes seeking the landscape as he did. Why did he have to call attention to it? Wasn't it obvious? Roku would simply nod.  "Yes." There was the potential for attacks. Ambushes. They were genin. If Yukigakure and their allies wanted to, they could take out the entire next generation of shinobi as well as a few of the higher ups. Perhaps even a few leaders. A big group meeting for something like this was absolutely bonkers! And he was supposed to fight someone. Or at least he had heard he would. And assumed he would. "You?"  Oh he was parrotting... Again. He could hear it loud and clear and he sounded as if he had never had an original idea in his entire life. So instead of fidgeting, his mind would race, his body growing tight in an attempt to not fidget. What could he ask? He went through a great deal of topics, before he finally found one he thought was suitable for both the event they were here for and not at all personal.  "Have you done this before? Like a mock exam or perhaps the last one in the fall last year?"  Maybe, just maybe this kid was here for the second time. If he was, he was probably failed because he was just too young. But he seemed confident enough to not give two flying ducks about it.  ✉ tag -- ( @someone ) ✎ 000 words ※ notes here, please keep it short.

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[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Gure Rokurou

Toru shrugged, he didn't like to give away that he was a little nervous. But, he would have been a liar if he said he was not. After all, despite his blank-faced fearless demeanor, he was still a kid and still a human being which meant he was plenty nervous. Just, not quite the same kind of nervous as others were most likely. He saw people get cut down as a small child, so that was not what he was worried about. More the unknown and what he would face in the near future.

"Kind of." He responded a generic non-commital response.

When the other asked him if he had done this before Toru shook his head. "No. First time." He hoped he would not have to take it again, that would be absolute torture. Going somewhere else, traveling for so long, having to deal with other people that were not people he necessarily knew... It was pretty cool on one hand, but it also took him away from his training. That and it seemed like a gross display of power. He didn't want to be stuck out there for the world to see, he liked the solitary. So he wasn't a huge fan of this practice anyway.

"Maybe if it was my second time, I'd know more about what to expect... But it's more or less the unknown."

OWL

[Gure Rokurou]

INCASE YOU DON'T LIVE FOREVER, LET ME TELL YOU THE TRUTH
I'M EVERYTHING I AM BECAUSE OF YOU...

Brown eyes watched him for a moment, in a way he reminded him of some of the people he knew from home. Other shinobi of course. Few others carried such a look in their eyes. Perhaps it was simply Roku picking up on every little thing about him, every little twitch of muscle, every bit of tension held. Why did he do it? No attack was likely to be made, the other was sitting down without much focus on him, yet his body told him to be ready. Pumped up his flight instinct so he was ready to at the first sign of trouble.
He had to relax. He would only end up getting more people in trouble - like he had Yuuta. He never wanted to force a friend or teammate to take a blow because he freezed in the face of dangers he was supposedly educated and trained to deal with. So, as subtly as he could, he drew in a breath and held it in his belly for a while, counting in his head, not quite catching what the other was saying, but he did feel the tension leave him somewhat as he slowly the breath go as naturally as he could. The tension came back like a dark wave, filling all the crevices of his mind he had chased it from. So he drew in another breath. This time he would reply as he let it go.

"Perhaps. I think they change things around every year though. I think… Even if it was my fifth time I’d be nervous. With all the spectators and stuff…. Makes it seem more like a circus”

The last bit was mumbled, and he looked at his hands, then out the window. Focusing on drawing in another breath, holding it, letting it go. Slowly he started to calm down to the point where he didn’t feel the need to stare at the other every time, they made the slightest move. Did he still catch himself almost seizing up when he did? Yes, but he reminded himself it was natural for people to move. Not every move a snake made was a move to attack…

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[Kaguya Toru]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you @--

Not because Toru was not normally observant, but because he simply did not care in this moment, he did not notice all of Roku's mental anguish and personal torture. It appeared so lame and unnecessary to be tense so he wasn't, he just sat there ready to fall asleep at a moment's notice. The train ride wasn't a short one anyway, and he had plenty of sleep to catch up on, especially knowing that what lied ahead was going to be arduous and difficult to manage. As much rest as possible would do him well.

"I don't like the spectating, I don't see how watching... Mostly children and teenagers try to stab each other is entertaining." He murmured. That was one thing that Toru stood by, he was at times senselessly violent - no doubt from growing up where he did - but he had lost his family due to senseless violence, and so in a way romanticizing it was disgusting to him, he didn't view it was something fun or honorable. The fights, in his opinion, should be totally isolated, if there were going to be fights. Usually, there was some kind of fight though from his research.

"Just use your training, trust your instincts, you'll be fine." He probably shouldn't be giving adequate advice to someone from an enemy village on a train, but he was just mumbling and nothing he really said was truly deeply thought out.

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