Some deaths are tragic, others silently wished for. His was...pretty unnecessary.
Yeah, Nathan Severin was not the most hardworking person out there and no, he certainly did not care much about what happened to himself.
He always went with the flow...
"I asked you second!" Nathan yelled back in a very similar pitch and volume. He blanked, hands still thrown up in panic and body frozen mid-movement.
"Hold up a second..." He whispered.
The group of three Genin and one concerned civilian became witnesses to a young adult freaking out.
He began pacing back and forth in the space of less than two metres, all the while muttering words none of them understood.
The person's clothes were odd and clean, completely different to his skin - especially the face - that was marred with injuries. Blood ran down his head and dripped onto his shirt where it disappeared instantly. But he didn't seem to be concerned about the wounds in the least. Instead, the glances he was shooting them were wild and distressed, like they were the ones missing a few parts of their faces.
They caught a few words in their language, or at least: some they could understand...
..but...
What the hell did he mean with "Tax benefit for green cows without long keys"?
Sakura was the first to swallow her bewilderment and take a step forward.
"Uh...Sir? Are you alright...?"
Although the hand holding her kunai was lowered, it was still clenched tightly. She was scared and confused by the whole situation - but she knew better than to let down her guard completely.
The man paused in his rambling and looked up to lock eyes with Sakura. The girl took a little step back at the confusion and excitement dancing within those pale green eyes.
"They're real...I can't believe they're real, Rai! They're real and they can see me! Rai this is awesome?" His face split into a grin, baring two rows of well-kept teeth to the four onlookers who watched as he spoke with the misty air. "Ah, what's that? Don't speak to you when people are around? Got it--"
"I...I think..." For once, Naruto's head was devoid of words. No thoughts there he could vomit into the world to ease tension or...whatever this was. Killing intent but with awkwardness.
