Nothing like a leisurely stroll (Open)

It was days like these, where he had nothing to do, that he'd shut himself inside and just read. But, for some reason, just for today ... he felt like indulging himself and aimlessly wandering around the village. Lately, it seemed like he'd been doing this a lot (this was, after all, his third time of casually strolling around Konoha without something to do ... three times too many), and part of his was quite disgusted.

Unfortunately, that part was also kept chained down somewhere in the back of his mind as the rest of his brain, which felt like enjoying the day without much to do spurred him on. And here he was, talking that leisurely walk through what was informally dubbed Konoha's financial district. Filled to the brim with permanently rooted merchants, moneylenders, and gambling dens ...

One of the things in this area was certainly not like the other, no doubt it was his sorry little self strolling through casually, randomly taking turns down streets on impulse than having a plan in mind. In a way, it was relaxing ... although, that was only because his mind was preoccupied on other things, like how he was going to spend tomorrow training, planned down to the last possible second.

Dozens of humans flooded the street, obviously trying to get away from something. It was only after the incredibly loud civilians quieted down that the strong vibrations from the ground could be felt. The vibrations were rapid, and paced, showing it was obviously some kind of animal, well over two tons. The men and women who had flooded the street turned to watch the monstrosity, which had decided to leave the forest, and enter the city. From the sheer weight in the footsteps, and the measured, if not leisurely, pace the steps were coming at, it was no doubt one of those legendary T-rexes. The Forest of Death was known for its strange creatures, so it would be of no surprise if one had wandered outside of the forest. They would merely have to wait for a nearby jounin to dispatch the oversized creature. After all, civilians to a T-rex would be cheetos to a stoner, except much crunchier, and almost as messy. Worse yet, they were all crowded and panicky. It would definitely be up to a high level ninja to deal with this incredible threat. Or so the civilians thought.

In some ways, they were right. The thing making the vibrations could certainly be called a monstrosity, and would certainly not mind eating them like cheetos. It would also take a high powered ninja to deal with it, should it become hostile. Of course, it was not a T-rex, those are fucking extinct, no matter how well the movies sold in this village. It was, instead, a monster of a man, or as he preferred to call himself, a demon. Said demon was carrying something rather large on its back. Rather than a giant backpack, or some other cliche object, this demon was carrying nothing less than a four bedroom house. Physicists would later question how the building had not collapsed under the pressure placed upon a certain area. Those physicists would later be ignored, in favor of fleeing from the house-carrying-demon.

As the civilians, or at least most of them, fled, the demon casually dropped the house, right in front of a civilian who was too busy gawking at the sight to even mutter anything moderately understandable. The demon, who... did not look so demonic, casually shrugged, explaining "You told me to repossess the house. Here it is." The demon-who-was-not-so-demonic looked entirely human, even if his hair was blue, and he had a strange eye tattoo. At worst, he looked like a rebellious teen who had made a bad choice in tattoos, since it would be difficult to gain any jobs with that tattoo, except being a ninja. The Blue hair could be a problem, but then this man just carried a house because he thought it was how repossessions worked. Who the fuck would argue with him over his hair color? Probably why there were bloodstains on his boots. His clothes were also strange for... well, anyone. Not bad, exactly, but not normal. He wore a long blue overcoat, with a hood. Underneath that? Body armor, blue colored, torso only. The material of the armor looked rather expensive as well, although it seemed to be segmented to allow for maximum flexibility and protection. For pants? More fucking Blue. The guy was either color blind or had an obsession with blue. Admittedly, his pants were at least almost black, in their utter lack of brightness, so he did look, at the very least, like he was trying not to be part of the Blue Man Group.

Without even waiting for a response from the man he nearly crushed with a house, Kuro walked over to the only person with a half decent chakra signature within his range of detection. Not that said range of detection was large, but considering he was in a mostly civilian area, and oddly close to the black market, which he totally didnt know about, so no ninja should be here alone, unless they were at said black market. Kuro could be a dick and flaunt his near-sannin status to send the ninja back to the academy for some teaching duties or something, which would be hilarious, but he was nicer than that... Not by much, but enough. "So. Did you come out here for the repossession mission? Because I took care of it." Fucking obviously.

So ... perhaps this was the reason why he went for a walk today. He did it in hopes of seeing something completely out of the ordinary. And what more was completely out of the ordinary to see the "Indentured Villain of Konoha" wandering the streets! Or ... walking the streets. ... Or trudging the streets, with a house on his back.

And someone was still inside the house, apparently screaming to be let out of Mr. Shikyo's Surreal Sauntering Shenanigans ride.

'... Oh my g- ...' was about all he could think of before hastily stepping out of the way of the Villain-Sannin's path. That path happening to be the very street he had been walking down idly, before he heard the thundering quakes and trembling noise of ... ... of ... was that a fucking house? Why the fuck was the Villain carrying a house? And more importantly, why we he carrying it in broad daylight, out in public, and terrorizing people?! The mentalities of monsters, much like the fabled Teh-Rexu, was not something he questioned often, but just this once he decided it was probably a worthwhile question to ponder as he tried to sleep later that night with the mental image of a man in all-blue (except not ... those pants stuck out a bit) carrying a sizable home of what was presumably his next victim in his science project. Those wicked dastardly science project said to have been able to cure cancer, and yet ended up inventing a new kind of virus ... or something to that extent. Truly, this man's evilness knew no bounds, if he was committing robbery, kidnapping, attempted murder and possibly conspiracy to commit treason!

On the other hand, he was carrying a fucking house without his spine break in two. Or more accurately, being crushed and snapping at multiple points, such that it folded up like a calcium accordion. That alone was probably a miracle to a mere mortal like Jinhai ... ... what sort of untold powers did this man have? Against all common sense, and perhaps self-preservation instincts, the Toku-Jounin drew closer, following at a reasonable distance to try and at least run away should the Villainous Monster decide to snap, come towards him or ... throw the house at him? Still, he could not deny that having a chance to meet the Sannin, Villain or demon or no, was a fascinating perhaps once in a lifetime opportunity. Hopefully his lifespan would be until his twilight years, and not the next five minutes.

"You told me to repossess the house. Here it is."

This was ridiculous. All of that, for simple repossession? Wait no, why did he even get the house? Did he ... did he honestly think that to repossess the home he had to drag the physical thing back to th-

'Oh dear god, save me. Please I can't hold it ... in ...' At this point Jin hurriedly pressed a hand up to his face, attempting and pathetically failing to stifling laughter at the notion that this man ... the All-Blue Demon, the Indentured Villain, the legendary Wandering Ninja Master, and quite possibly the World's Most Diabolical Scientist ... did not understand the meaning behind the word and process of repossession. In fact, it seemed as if his understanding of it was that of a six year old's. No wait, that was too young ... uhm ... seven year old's? eight?

His laughter immediately stopped as the Sannin (despite there being more than three of the "Three Ninjas", in the world and most certainly there wasn't three in Konoha) turned and immediately walked towards Jinhai. The poor youth immediately blanched, his face turning just as white as the light-colored clothing he wore.

"So. Did you come out here for the repossession mission? Because I took care of it."

"N-no. I didn't." Was about all he could say in response to the beast that was far greater than the monster of the North, close relatives of the Ancient Terrestrial Land God-Demon 'Gojirra', known as the Tee-Lexus not to be confused with the Far West creatures known as Teh-Rexu. Fact of the matter was, the 'Demon-God' (or maybe its Brother-in-Law) of Konoha was now ... staring? Glaring? At him. Well, despite how things had turned out to get here, there was no harm in attempting to ... to acquire more power. Even if it was likely he'd wake up missing most of his internal organs. Dropping down to both knees and assuming a prostrating position, his forehead almost slamming into the ground, the youth in white would shout:

"Please, Sannin Shikyo-shèng! May I ask you to consider taking me as your student!"

It was a rather roundabout way of asking someone, however polite he may have tried to be. And even so, he had forgotten the language barrier he had surpassed years ago in his haste and submission to this man. But ... it didn't bother him much. After all, if one wished to earn power, who else to best learn it from than one who is perhaps closest to the pinnacle of might? And if he would have to stalk him to convince him, then so be it.

Oh dear, the boy had laughed at him! What a disrespectful kid! Then again, he had just used a simple misunderstanding as an excuse to carry a house and frighten an entire section of Konoha, so it was justified. Even so, Kuro usually made sure to use these situations to show his power. In this instance, he would be far more lenient than his norm. In this particular case, Kuro decided not to simply pick the house back up and drop it on the boy, saying it was training, as he had done with his previous students. No, this time Kuro did something that would make almost no sense at any point further. After the boy spoke, Kuro opened his mouth, revealing a gaping black hole to the world, only to turn his head to the side and cough. Except, as he coughed, a bird flew out of his mouth. Not just any bird either, no. The bird which flew from his mouth was nothing less than a fully grown Bald Eagle. The majestic bird, apparently not caring that it had just flown out of the mouth of Madness, flew away, only to smash into an ANBU, before plummeting to its death, clawing the ANBU, who fell with it, all the while.

Kuro turned back to face the boy, his face completely blank. "I suppose I could teach you a thing or two." He spoke, utterly ignoring the eagle he had just let loose. "Tell me three things first. What is your goal for this training, what do you know of Fuinjutsu?" The questions seemed harmless enough, but their true purpose was even more fucking obvious to anyone with more than six cells for a brain. The fact that anyone would consider those questions to have no barely-but-still-hidden purpose was ridiculous! Kuro found the entirety of Civilian culture to be foolish for things of that nature. At least they were decent with obvious facts, though.

Kuro had to ponder whether or not Jinhai would make a good student, since his past few had failed in explosive ways. One of those students had failed in a literally explosive way, destroying an entire building because he decided that the Void Seal would make a lovely decoration. Or maybe Kuro's training drove him to suicide, no one was quite sure. Kuro attempted to explain his training method to the judge, but said judge later committed seppuku, for completely unrelated reasons, of course. The next judge had not even bothered to call Kuro in, simply deeming it a suicide after hearing why a new judge was needed. Of course that had been back when Kuro was technically a civilian, rather than a Konoha Shinobi.

Kuro decided to finish his earlier question, with one final question. This question was no doubt the most important thing Jinhai would ever be asked, and it would certainly dictate how his life went from here on out. Indeed, if Jinhai answered this question incorrectly, Kuro would be done with him for eternity. "WHAT" Kuro leaned forward, towards Jinhai. "IS" He leaned even closer now, being too close for comfort for most people. "YOUR" Kuro was now only six inches away from Jinhai, probably making the poor boy very frightened, or creeped out. "NAME?!" Kuro leaned back to his normal position, face as blank as before, ignoring that he had purposefully attempted to scare and/or freak Jinhai out.