Fighting. [No kill]

Takisho walked, near the place where he had delivered bodies, mostly alive unless they would put up a fight while being taken, then they would have to be killed. He was about thirty meters away from the entrance to the place. He would sigh, just walking towards Konohagakure, his home village. He had his cloak on, a white cloak which stopped at his ankle's. Under he wore a black shirt, a long sleeved one, the sleeve's of the shirt concealed due to the sleeve's of the cloak. He wore black pants, and black shoes. His face being completely covered up by a gas mask, allowing him to breathe in pure air, filtering anything that was in the air. This mask allowed him to go on without breathing pollen from plants, or breathing in some sort of poison.



He would sigh, his laziness kicking in as he was now thirty five meters away from his base's entrance. He would look around, as he stood still in the forest. He would sigh once more, waiting for something to do.

The other day Laruko had dueled with his old academy friend, getting out of bed he took a shower with the spring water, brushed his teeth for 5 minutes, then wore his Chunin Uniform. 'Another day, another shinobi' most would say. He would walk towards the gates of the village looking outside yawning, the morning white spring coat covered part of his Chunin Vest. Laruko sped down the hill as he had a chat with the gate keepers. "How's the village gents?" Laruko asked, "The usual my man, and some lady wanted to 'travel' to my house" the gate keeper said. They had a good laugh, Laruko continued his walk as he saw a man with a weird mask on. Not sure what he was doing, Laruko questioned him.

"Hey you new around these parts?" (sorry for short post)

His brown hair, spiky, topped by a brown hat, shifted as the wind shifted. The small cartoonish skull inked into the material of the hat was still just as only sort of noticeable as usual. The cloudy weather was no help, he was certain. The red and yellow goggles stood on his hat, ready to be worn if need be. He hear a few drops of rain hit the rim of his hat. It did not look like it would rain hard, at least not yet, but a steady drizzle was likely. He smiled, turning his head down to keep his eyes out of the rain that was sure to come. Ahead of him lay a decently sized lake, along with two people walking in opposite directions. One wore a white hood. His back was to Joseph. A mistake by any account. There was another, looking towards Joseph, but paying attention to the other man. As the rain began to fall, a slight mist licked up. Who's to say that a little more mist would make a difference? he thought to himself. The mist grew thicker, and the temperature warmer. Son, the whole area was lowered in visibility by a rather large amount, but there was still a good bit if visibility. Now Joseph walked towards the two, silently. "Hello," would be his only word as he approached.