If Taro had a ryo for every time he was stuck in a crowd being hunted or hunting someone down, he'd only have two ryo, but it was still weird it happened twice.
Which is why as he walked through them, moving to his usual designated meeting spot, he found himself a little stunned when he heard screams and gasps. I mean of course there'd be screams and gasps- It was still a freaking puma in the streets of Amegakure. And now it had leapt out and into the crowds. To say fear was represented would be an understatement, and Taro quickly turned his head as he heard the sound of trouble.
Taro constantly had his head on a swivel- It was just the kind of person he was- Someone wound tight, ready for an ambush at the drop of a pin. He was a careful person, and it kept him alive, and safe. Against any human opponent, he'd easily be able to counter this strike and send the would-be assailant crashing into the ground, possibly with a kunai in their gut- But...
Sadly, this wasn't a human. Or a normal Puma, for that matter. It was a freaking Ninja. Well, a Ninja Puma. A Ninuma. Taro was not able to protect himself- He had no way to do so... He was completely at the mercy of this... Wild cat, as he was slammed down into the ground with a grunt and a yelp.
Where was heading off to though? Why, his usual practice grounds, of course. He had been spending less and less time with team three these days- His new title and job meant he often spent most of his day meditating, practicing, and working at techniques that he couldn't really just go doing in public- So he liked a bit of privacy.
Plus, his teacher didn't really come out of the sewers often so... You know. Tough to go from training in the sewers to hanging out with your pals. He needed some time to wash off and such.
Still, here he was, in all of his brown, boring glory, staring up at a creature he could only describe as... Mrm. Was that...
"...Maru?" He knew the name- After all, he had worked with Mimi before, and hung out now and then- Not a lot, mind you, but enough to know the names of her... Well, pets? He never really asked about them. He just heard about them.
He looked around to find an owner- Not that such a thing was hard. Pink haired girls with floppy animal ears usually stood out like a sore thumb and Mimi was no exception, as he stared over at her.
"Listen- What happened to those guys was an accident. How was I supposed to know one of them had asthma?!" He questioned accusingly, assuming he was in trouble for his... Dealings with the local thugs, which had earned him a nice wound in the gut (Which this cat was now standing on) and a dead... Wall, tagger. Yeah. He beat up a couple of wall taggers who were teasing him and may have accidentally ended up killing one.
Whoops. Thankfully, as far as things went down officially, and as far as anyone else knew, he was defending himself. Nobody had to know he went a little to far when the shivs got taken out... Good thing nobody was watching.
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