Sisimo

Kenai would stand upon a rooftop. His blanket blowing in the wind, Leaves would shoot past as he leapt. Landing on the streets and stepping into the forest. The crunch of grass underneath his feet. He would gather firewood and throw it down. Causing a small fire and putting a pot over the fire. Then adding a small mix of chocolate. He would prepare his cup as he sipped. The warmth running along his neck. Sure he had no village. But he had lots of hot cocoa and food. Well either way, He would be off soon. Grabbing a small biscut and nibbling upon its greatly baked bread. He would put on his backpack and stare at the rivers. Shining in he moonlight, A wolf's howl would also be a sign, Communication existed in the wild.


Kenai would smile during the day as he walked the streets of konoha. Entering a marketplace and buying a couple of trinkets. Or better known as a few bits and bobs. Which he would use to fix up his bag so it had a code to open. you know, Simple stuff.


Kenai would leap from rooftop to rooftop yet again. Tonight he was chasing a opponent, Someone whom had attacked someone in an alley and stole something. Mekai would leap down into a alley that would let him cut the stranger off. And he would run forward. Quickly sliding, The kunai cutting a straight line upon the mans chest from left to right. Though to reveal a slight armor, Worn by common Genin, Kenai would drop down and slide to the left from the approaching kick. And uppercut up toward the funny bone. This would make the enemy shaky, And lose control. With that kenai would cut at a nerve. Causing the man to drop the bag. Kenai leaping off and returning it to the owner


Kenai would smile on the rooftop yet again. Reading a small pocket book he carried about minato namikaze, And his clash against a said 'Masked man' And the nine tails. It was extremely interesting..To say.