To the gates! [Aoshi]

[Poëtische Rechtvaardigheid]

Saara would be leading the way though the town as her hand on the man would be a little tight as they had to pass though the market place though there was the back allies they could have gone though the infected areas with the scum. But she would move forward as her hand would be guiding the man though the streets, her eyes would flick back to the man, he had only spoken one word when she had picked him up. Which was perfectly good. It was that the crowd finally noticed them and started to part away from them.

Finally.

Her cold voice could be heard quietly below his ear, her body moving quickly as the crowd behind started a small fight behind them with a few of the merchants as she spoke,

Moving quickly here. Step on your pace a bit. May Sophron help us now.

Her body would move faster, but it would also react to him if he dared to stop now.

[Aoshi]

The darkness was accompanied by voices, it seemed.

The ground below him was tread along carefully as his sandals created footfall, matching the pace of the feminine voice beside him until they were moving almost in perfect unison. A shinobi's balance tested ideals that included the loss of senses, and this was no different from that which he had been taught when he'd first discovered his own Sharingan. Still, he would find himself dedicating most of his concentration toward the fact that her grip on him was more firm than he had anticipated. It was the subtle idiosyncratic motions and the tone in her voice that gave her indifference a resounding absolution within his mind.

Simply put, he was under the care of a no-games kunoichi.

"Sophron. Another God, I assume?" he asked, his voice almost seeming disinterested as they moved. He'd stepped his pace up, though the tug upon his bound form signaled that she was fully in control. There was only one other instance where he'd met someone who had given off that impression. It was a stranger in Konoha. Much like this nameless female, she had been all but forthcoming in their conversation. Not that Aoshi didn't mind the simplicity, but he was also aware that she was one of the safest of Iwa's ninja. Regardless of the circumstance, her frigid first impression would leave much to the imagination.

"Shinomori, Aoshi." He'd at least give her his name.

[Poëtische Rechtvaardigheid]

Her eyes would cut to him before she would speak in her cold tones, her coldness softening slightly as she spoke of Sophron,

"Sophron is the God of Balance. He is a marvelous god, his image that of a lion with wings. He was the first and only god I visited."

Her hand would guild the man around a corner. He spoke, telling her his name, her lips moved suddenly the chill coming back,

"I am Miss Yuki. How did you get to here to start with?"

They were now in the lower end of the town, moving fairly quickly around the people on the streets. Until they came up on a loud protest. Her bosom heaved as she sighed forcefully, to wait them out or go on the roofs or go the long way.

"We are going to jump upwards, landing on the landing roof. Its about six feet up and the roof is angling about 30-35 degrees."

Her eyes would make sure the blindfold was tightly bound, she would not be the one to put the man into the hospital because of her lack of communication. before she would put a force behind her legs and her voice spoke as she started to bend downward for the jump up.

"Jump up, Mr Shinomori."

With that she would jump up to land on the roof of the landing. there was only a few roof jumps and they would make it to the gates in fact.

[Aoshi]

The God of Balance.

It was an inquisitive thing, to be sure.

The Genin had never heard of such a thing existing, let alone a shard that could open a portal and allow a deity to speak. Aoshi surmised that there must have been a god for any who sought their faces, destiny and its hands of fate playing along the table to invite any who believed in to their majestic temples. It seemed as though the same was going to be happening to him. And if Miss Yuki and Eric were any indication of its depth, then he would not regret the journey. His eyebrows furrowed behind the tight wrap of the blindfold. Though he didn't open his eyes, a disheartened Aoshi could only wonder if Iwagakure was as others had implied it to be. They'd spared him his life. And in return, he'd received the gift of allure by Gabriel's warmth. Pros and cons both weighed on him as they moved, but still....at least he could breathe to ponder the possibilities.

"Your friend, Eric. He showed up in the Land of Fire. Konoha and Iwagakure are enemies, as you full well know. So I didn't take kindly to strangers treading our land. Needless to say.." he began. Grit teeth prevailed as his hand clenched into a fist. "I lost. So he brought me back here." A small flame in the pit of his stomach began to grow. It was the fire of determination. He recalled the moment he'd been bested by that tall neanderthal, and inwardly he knew that he would never lose to anyone so pathetically again. "Your Tsuchikage let me go, obviously. I suppose I owe him my thanks. But the self-proclaimed Demon Brothers aren't my idea of a rave."

The slight joke was interrupted by what appeared to be excessive testosterone afront them, protesting somehow stopping their advance until she began to speak again. Aoshi noted her instructions - measuring silently the press of her hand to his arm so that he could gauge the strength of her jump, he was able to leave the earth with much less of an exerted effort. He'd lived in the Land of Fire when Konoha had become stagnant for him. With as many trees as he and Kazu had claimed and run across, this was just another part of a leisurely stroll.

The Uchiha's feet planted softly onto the roof before he yet again stood to full height, his head turning slightly toward the direction of his gripped appendage. "Just Aoshi will do. I don't look that old....do I?" he asked. What a time like this, asking if he was beyond his years physically while blindfolded. And in the care of an anti-social kunoichi, it seemed.

"Doesn't get any better than this.." Aoshi sarcastically mused.

[Poëtische Rechtvaardigheid]

Saara shorted suddenly as Eric's name is brought into the picture. Her fist curled into into itself would turn to look over the man once they were up on the roof. The man would turn his head to look at her slightly, well more to look at her shoulder more then her. Her quickly gauge him before she would speak,

"Well,...Mr Shin-.. Aoshi, no, you don't look that old. but I do not normally use first names on a first meeting or on the job. And why are the two villages at odds with each other? I never could figure that one out. As for how you got here, you could have kept Mr Oniguya as long it would be alive for all I care.

Her dislike of the man would be showing its self as she spoke coldly, her eyes hardening, her feet would move forward,

"Brake out into a run and jump at my command."

She would brake out into a run as she moved forward to the peek of the roof, at the next one. This was was a flat roof next to the road they would want to get on to get to the gate. As they would reach the top, she would speak,

"Jump."

Once they landed she would move to place her other hand on her chest, heights were not really her thing, but she wasn't about to let that on to anyone. Her hand other hand would move to swing them to face steps going down to the ground. Three flights. Oh the fun of being in close proximity. Her voice could be heard again,

"Hmm I am going to agree with my kage's choice. It was right to let you go, I only know of the one brother personally, and he's not the brightest light in the crowd. Freaky pervert. Careful, there are steps now. we have three flights of steps to walk down."

[Aoshi]

She had a distaste for her fellow shinobi, it seemed. He continued to move at her leisure as the ground gave way to their constant momentum, his kinetic energy seeing to it that he never lost more than a single pace behind her. His senses were highly on alert since that of his sight had been lost - every sound was of importance, and every breath he let out was only in the absence of more distinct and more important sounds filtering into his ears as they traveled. "I don't really know what the hell's going on, myself. To be honest, I'm not one to get involved in politics. I was told at a younger age that Stone was the enemy. When you're impressionable, the why doesn't really matter, now does it?" he returned. It wasn't sarcasm. It was merely realism.

Aoshi shook his head in the next few moments, though he continued to keep up with her dash toward their unknown locale. "First meeting, huh? Is there to be a second? A third?" he began. He paused for a moment before he continued and explained. "Your Tsuchikage is gracious enough. But as with this blindfold, I doubt I'm going to be roaming the land completely free of Iwa's knowledge. Wait...you agree with letting me go?" Aoshi inquired. He had completed the required jumps with eerie accuracy, the soles of his feet planting along the various surfaces until they moved toward the stairs. He straightened himself a bit before standing straight up, his head now fully turned to the kunoichi.

He wasn't dumb enough to keep poking and prodding on the matter of Eric. If she had included "for all I care" at the end of her statements, then clearly she was in a position that he didn't meet the prerequisites to ask about. The Genin wasn't particularly concerned - she was a stranger. But nevertheless, he couldn't forget the favor they'd done in releasing him from his torture. He was conflicted, and it showed. He'd spoken to this woman more than he'd spoken to those within Konoha, even. Just what sort of angle were they pitching to a potential threat like him?

.....Or better yet, what opportunity were they looking for in being the first to extend their hand in trust?

[Poëtische Rechtvaardigheid]

Being a follower of a God of Balance, you don’t have true enemies other then the ones that want to over throw the balance of the world. but the why things are should matter then your no longer a impressionable child. otherwise, your forever a child in actions that regard.

The cold tones spoke and her eyes flashed as she regard the man as they moved down the steps in a pace that was sure, and steady, in short easy to follow. While she never had a team or been a teacher, she would make for a good teacher in the end of things. But this man was due at the gates and then a the temple of Gabriel. Hmm, that other winged beast. The man spoke, asking his questions and she moved to turn to go down the next set of steps. She didn’t answer him until they reached the both of the steps. Her lips moved as her tones chilly voiced her thoughts.

I don’t really agree with kidnapping a person when the kidnapper should have been training as he told the tower that was what he was doing. Plus, I have a bone to pick with said kidnapper. As for the blindfold, yes, your not allowed to know where we are if you choose to go back to your village is what I am gather is what will happen. In that case, no.. I highly doubt you would come back to get a second meeting or even a third one with one such as I. Though I hope you can find what you seek in the temple.

Her feet would lead them to the gates. It was almost over now.

[exit; response will be in the gates and then a thread after that where the blind fold comes off]