Evil endures. [Aimi]

[Yoshi [Lynx!]]

(( Normal battle rules apply. Cannot start within 100 meters of my Kunoichi. ))

The snow was pouring down wildly, as was custom for this time of year, making it hard to actually see anything. The snow was however gentle rather than biting from the complete lack of wind. The roads were mostly empty, and the sands of time were running towards twilight at a rapid pace. The temperature were far below freezing point, but warmer than in the harshest time of winter.



Travelling these dark and abandoned roads was a young female, dressed in a long black robe with sleeves that would drop further down than her hands, making her seem somewhat clumsy. Strapped tightly around both of her wrists on the outside of the robes were two bandages. The hood of the robe had been pulled over her head, barely hiding the forehead protector which graced her appearance, knotted tightly around her forehead, with a deep metallic cut through the symbol of Yukigakure. The forehead protector was keeping the carmen-colored hair out of her eyes. The two sword sheathes at her side were tightened carefully, and a series of bruises on the skin that was visible showed signs of battle. Even so, they weren't fresh, and she was mostly in a fit condition. The remaining exploding tags had been placed all around her different containers, still allowing easy access from any position. The grenades she carried of different kinds all had their own area. Especially the Goo grenade had caught her attention as being a useful tool.



The boots had been strapped up a slight bit, suited more for travelling than fighting. A minor purse secured in her belt carried her current medical supplies, which mainly consisted of cloth at current point. The business she had been doing had dried up most of her blood and soldier pills, meaning she was in a relative vulnerable state, carrying only about a handful of each. The two katanas were freshly sharpened to the point where they were reflecting light off of their edge. The girl had done a practice swing, which almost made the blades sing in the air around her. 


The scarlet-crimson eyes scouted the road ahead of her as she continued walking. Walking in half-frozen mud was quite annoying on a long travel, and she'd have probably been better off taking a rest. There was one thing which wouldn't allow her to do so however. Yoshinee had promised her new companions to return as quickly as possible if she'd survive the whole ordeal. Longing to see the greeting smile on their faces, her pace was steady and constant. Guiding herself with the stars above, she was quite certain this was the correct direction towards Kawa no Kuni. Not expecting to meet anyone, she wasn't all too careful about where she was walking either. Who'd assault someone appearing as a poor child, afterall. 


Stopping upon a wooden bridge, the area around here was mostly open. A few rocky hills were covering the landscape, providing cover if one needed to seek it. Likewise, a few trees here and there, and smaller bushes with, seemingly, tasty frozen berries. The bridge which she was standing upon stretched over a 15 meter wide river, and was quite near the surface of the water. Every snowflake created its own set of rings on the surface. With a smile, the young kunoichi imagined different images being drawn in the water by the rings. It was almost as if they came alive...

[Aimi Kaguya]

Snow was native to Aimi. Snow was friendly to him, snow was comforting and snow was a reminder of days long since passed. He rarely got to see snow these days, so the genin was thankful that he was able to see it now on his mission. The night was calm, and the twilight was quickly fading. Unfortunately for him, he still had a ways to go before he could rest. Long did Aimi Arisato have to walk before he could rest his bones. At least the wind wasn't terribly strong.

His hood was up on his jacket and his hands were in his pockets. His clothing was best suited for warmth, where he now spent most of his days. Fortunately for him he knew how to adapt to the temperatures that others could not, so the blistering cold did not bother him in the slightest. His soul was stronger than most. Strapped to his hip was one of his katanas, to his back his odachi. His right hip held one butt bag while his left held another, each filled with various supplies - kunai, shuriken, paper bombs, incendiary tags, wire; everything a traveling ninja needed to survive on his own. His left calf held his double knife holster and two of his kunai, tucked safely away and ready for quick access should he need them. He'd been traveling all day and was eager to find some rest, yet was no so eager as to let his guard down. The roads were unfriendly places to those who were not prepared.

Speaking of which: he stopped in his tracks, his eyes having caught sight of a figure standing some one hundred meters away form him. He couldn't make out any details, what they looked like, what they had with them, but he could easily see the black cloak they wore. Travelers didn't normally wear black cloaks, and in this weather he didn't expect to see many travelers other than himself anyways. It was a good thing that he had been channeling his soul to help him see int he twilight, or else he might not have seen the person at all given the lighting and the sheet of snow falling down. Who were they? What were they doing? A bandit perhaps? Nothing could be certain, not from this distance. It would be best for him to stay back for now and watch, to wait and see what they did before he did anything at all.