Shikaki Nara vs. Minkai Zokatakei

It was sunny with barely a cloud in the sky. Shikaki Nara took the time off from his duties and missions to admire the beauty that Nature cared to show that day, away from the noise and confusion of village life. Dressed in his commonplace attire, a green flak vest covering black under-armor, with a tanto in a sheath attached to the vest's back in a wakizashi fashion. A bag of equipment was strapped at his waist and a leg pouch wrapped around his right leg, completing his outward appearance.

The many years of conflict and strife that plagued Shikaki's life in the past were temporarily forgotten, as the wind caressed his cheek and played with the grass. The moment was there for several seconds more, then a slight sound of disturbed gravel snapped Shikaki to his senses. Years of war experience came into play as Shikaki instinctively shot a hand to his weapon, turning about to see who could possibly be nearby.