Day after day traveling from village to village, no friends, no family, only a single eye left behind, Havoc had nothing, but pure anger built up. Over time he'd learned to manage it, but it wasn't something he could say was tame, rather it was let out in bursts in such a way to be called passive aggressiveness unless in the midst of heated battle. Havoc carried nothing on him more than his clothing and simple ninja tools, nothing worth value. Every day washing his bright red vest which he wore over his vertically black and red striped button up shirt keep, a pair of comfortable black pants and shoes making him look as if he was some sort of classy valet. And whose to forget the many tobacco rolls he lights up smoking or chewing all day and night, sometimes even in his sleep. All in all, he was a unique site of a human being, some were to even call him a piece of bloody art, yet Havoc could never tell the difference between those who used a tone of sarcasm and those who didn't.

Having been jumping from tree to tree all day traveling through an average Oak tree forest, he was starting to get bored and decided he would find a place to rest, but it couldn't just be any old place, he wanted somewhere that was beautiful, a place befitting of a king born in the wild. Having been without a home for a while now, Daniel had started thinking of himself as the king of the outdoors, a lifestyle meant for only the strongest and toughest. Finally coming to the end of the forest he could see a clearing, a beautiful clearing, covered with an assortment of flowers and with a crystal clear lake, something you would hear of only in stories told by old people by a bonfire. Daniel deciding that here he would stay and watch the sunset over a smoke before getting up to leave again. Taking in the seat of the circular flower bed surrounded oaks on every side except the West where the lake shined brightly as the sun was beating upon it. Activating his sensory ability Daniel could see all the forest animals roaming around getting ready for the night as the sun started to slowly fall. Sitting cross legged he lit a smoke and enjoyed the view facing the lake where the sun would sink. The clearing would have a radius of a fourth mile if it were to be a perfect circle.

Travel was never Toshu's favorite part of the job. He was slow, cumbersome, noticeable, and too heavy for all but the sturdiest of branches. And no matter what, his journeys nearly always brought him to something unpleasant. Hunter-nin, an attack on a village, that sort of thing. Despite his fierce reputation, fighting was one of the few things he disliked more than travel. He only did it because he felt there was no other choice, it was a necessary evil in order to bring about the change this world needed.

The Smith landed heavily at the edge of a clearing. He could use some rest, and this looked like a pleasant spot. Lovely scenery, a nice lake, all those little things he enjoyed about nature. Toshu walked over to the edge of the lake, admiring the view. There was another man nearby, but he planned to leave him alone for now. With a wave of his hand, the giant brought up a small formation of earth to sit on. He took his seat, and another wave pulled a few small stones free from the ground. They levitated a few feet across the ground, and a flick of his finger sent them skipping across the surface of the water one by one.

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After a while of sitting and waiting with patience, something he usually didn't have in situations like these, the sun slowly began to fade beneath the lake. Although before it had even started with his sensory he noticed someone approaching with a decent amount of chakra, Havoc was not at all in the mood to fight as he just wanted to relax and watch the sky for a while longer. Havoc suppose he wouldn't attack the man unless he posed some sort of threat before hand. Just as the man appeared before the clearing, Havoc's smoke burned into ashes and blew into the wind. Havoc simply watching the man saw, with a wave of his hand, a chair of sorts brought forth from the ground. "Ah, a user of Doton, what a unique idea, I'll take note of his chair for later usage," Havoc thought to himself. The man seemed to be enjoying himself as he levitated rocks and skipped them across the water, Havoc actually thought it to be quite entertaining to simply watch this man, he seemed so peaceful and Havoc hadn't seen someone or anything for that matter that could match the description in a long while, it even reminded him of his time back in the circus. Havoc supposed it wouldn't hurt to make acquaintances with this man if he truly were peaceful and this wasn't all just an act.

Havoc would then stand up from his sitting position and casually walk towards the man to who was sitting closer to the lake than he was. Havoc, wanting to show off a bit, so the man wouldn't think he was weak, would create a make shift chair from the earth using doton manipulation a few feet to the right of the man as he would take a seat and say, "Hello, what brings you here?" in a calm voice. If the man were to not make a threatening move, Havoc would then take out two tobacco rolls from his pocket sticking one in his mouth and offering the giant the other. If the man were to refuse the roll, Havoc would simply put it back in his pocket and light his with finger making sure to blow away from the man, not wanting to aggravate someone who could be so passive.

Toshu didn't notice that the other man had approached him until he spoke. The giant looked over at him, nodding in greeting. "I imagine much the same reason as yourself. It's a long road to where I'm going, and this seemed a pleasant place to rest." This young man seemed quite polite, he might make good company for a few minutes. He'd even picked up Toshu's mundane use of doton, or perhaps had developed it on his own. The Shirotori liked him already.

"No thank you." He wasn't a smoker himself, but Toshu wasn't going to deprive a fellow traveler. Looking him over, the young man didn't seem to be wearing a village insignia, at least none that Toshu had noticed. He noted the little flame he created, apparently the man was also a fire type. After his new acquaintance got settled, Toshu offered a hand to shake. "Kajiya Toshu, at your service." It was a bit risky giving out his name, but he guessed this man wasn't a hunter-nin.

Havoc listened as the burly man spoke, explaining that he himself had a long road to wherever he was going and also mentioned this was a good place to rest which Havoc had to nod in agreement with. The sun began to lower and lower until only the upper rim of light could be seen, it was so beautiful sending flawless colors across the sky and lake alike. The man refused Havoc's offer for a smoke, but didn't seem to mind that Havoc himself was smoking. After letting a puff off to his right Havoc turned back as the man offered a shake and introduced himself as "Kajiya Toshu", the name meant nothing to Havoc until the moment he touched the man's hand. Havoc had completely forgotten about the power bestowed upon him that day. He didn't notice until after it was too late, while shaking the man's hand he reached into the depths of the man's soul and learned everything about him, where he was from, his abilities, and his beliefs. It was too much from Havoc to handle at once and gave him a headache. After letting go from the shake Havoc looked down and held his hand on his head. After a moment of letting his mind relax, he looked up at the man and asked a single question, "What is the Shirotori?" despite knowing the answer, he wanted clarification as those thoughts were giving him a headache.

Toshu leaned down, giving the man a concerned look. He seemed to be unwell. As soon as they shook hands, the man seemed to be in pain. Toshu had accidentally hurt people with a handshake before, but then they were usually gripping their hand, not their head. He had no idea what was going on here. It could have been a trap, but this seemed to be genuine pain. "Are you all right?"

Toshu tensed up at the question. He hadn't mentioned the Shirotori, and if the man knew of his connection to it he probably wouldn't have asked. Had he stumbled upon a sensory-nin? He recalled hearing of a clan, the Yamanaka, that specialized in mind-reading, but weren't they typically blonde? He would have to tread carefully. "What brings it to mind?" Toshu tried to dodge the question at first. He didn't want to lie in case the man's abilities had informed him. Better to figure out what he knew and how he knew it, then proceed from there.