Leaves wrestled in the air, desperate in their attempt to abolish their association with the Demonic Tree of Knowledge. Black orbs examined the leaves as he stood in silence at the base of the tree. He noted how much the leaves struggled to break free, they notably flicked in the breeze. If the leaves were to get their desires and be set free from the tree, they would die. Yet, if they endure the pain of absorbing evil, then they would live a longer and more nutritious life. The young Hattori watched in silence, unsure if he should do anything. The eyes of the leaves called for desperate help; yet, Seito was unsure if he was willing to do this.

His mind pondered for only a few seconds, then his hand grasped his Hattori tanto that laid behind his left shoulder. He slowly unsheathed it, and cut a single leaf from the tree. The winds carried the leaf with joy as it pummeled down towards the village. Only to be forgotten, step on and eventually die as a shriveled leaf. This was oddly surreal for the boy, a real moment in life that had placed an unusual somber effect on the young man. He examined the tree for any more volunteers and seemingly, they all changed their minds by enduring the winds with the branches they kept them all together. Seito quickly put his tanto back with almost a feeling of regret as he took several steps back to embank in the tree's warmth, to hide in the cooling shade that encompassed the entirety of the mountain.

The lean shinobi was captured by the legendary fruit of the demonic tree. He only heard about the fruit. It would cause mesmerizing flavors to envelop in the mouth, begging for more to be eaten but eventually cause stomach pains. He figured some loony heads must have been addicted to the fruit. His heart and mind wanted to try the fruit for the experience; to cross it off his list of a life well lived. He stood there as the wind pushed his trench like coat and played with his hair; as the leaves danced in the breeze. The only two in the vicinity stared at each other, analyzing each other. His lips begun to curl into a light smile as the demonic tree started daggers into his soul.

He stood there in almost a trace, thinking about all the bad things he had ever done in his life. Nothing to bad but he remembered stealing money from his mothers purse, or lying to his supervisors. He remembered about the time when he had to hold the secret or maybe his own boss would have been fired, even though he should have. It seemed like the tree was forcing these dark thoughts out of his head, compelling Seito to let go of all the terrible things he had done and start a new. No wonder why people would get addicted to this tree, it was cleansing for the soul. A large exhale exited his body as he stood with the tree, with a smile.

Yukiko walked with no direction in mind. There wasn't really much to see in the Land of lightning. As much as she wanted to believe otherwise, what with the tourism sector booming in all five villages, it seemed that it wasn't anything worth seeing to a ninja, who didn't quite have the same tastes as the average civilian. Wait, no, there was something to see here. She saw a boy with blue hair, roughly one and a half decades old, standing in front of a large tree, as if lost in thought. She cursed. He seemed like such a delicious target. It was a pity she didn't bring her katana with her.

Nevertheless, Yukiko decided to make herself known, walking up to the stranger from behind, not bothering to use stealth or to hide her footsteps, and definitely not even bothering to suppress her chakra. She had to admit that she too was at least somewhat fascinated by the towering tree in front of her and the boy, but more so in how it captivated the boy's attention so much that he would've been easy prey more than what the tree itself actually resembled or conveyed as a symbol to the people of Kumo or the people of the Land of Lightning.

"Hey," she called out to the boy when she was standing two feet behind him. "What are you looking at? It's just a tree."

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OOC: Sorry about the delay.

Seito mentally conversation with the tree, it attempts to gather all of it's knowledge. This tree must have witnessed the creation of this history due to it's old age. Yet before long, he heard footsteps coming closer to him but felt comfortable enough in Kumo to allow the footsteps to wander freely without suspicions. His eyes begun to gaze over the fruit, contemplating the thought that he should try the fruit. Certainly, he would have time later to try it but the suspense of the fruit urged him to try it now. He heard a call, that was followed with a question. The call sounded like it was really close and his eyes did that thing when people feel uncomfortable and just look around for a little bit.

He turned his body, revealing a revealing women. She stood almost as tall as him and had a certain demeanor to her. Seito could perceive from her tone of voice that she probably was skeptical towards things. Seito responded with a light chuckle and a shrug but followed with a light blush due to embarrassment. If Seito explained his philosophy to the girl, she might have thought he was psycho, even if he was... The boy took one single step back and examined the girl from top to bottom. He gives everyone ocular pat downs. She had really nice red hair that flowed and of course, she was pretty. He spent a moment staring at her breast as they bulged out of her chest but he was also analyzing the sign that he saw on her chest. With a skeptical tilt of his head he asked, "Are you Hattori?"

He leaned his left shoulder over, revealing his tanto that had his Hattori symbol on it. The two symbols were slightly different due to them being in different chapters of the Hattori, but they certainly could have still been related. This fantasy caused another natural red blush to slide across his precious face. She certainly looked vicious, and fun but certainly vicious. If she was Hattori then she would be absolutely vicious, Hattori have some of the stronger shinobi that excel in certain fields. She looked of the relative same age, so he figured she might be a genin. His eyes did not catch a headband nor has he seen her around the village. There was something more to this girl that Seito was not getting, he wondered what it could be.