Ryu quietly wandered the streets with his hands in his pockets. His long shirt and coat were a little baggy on him but ever since the last scuffle he had with the thugs a couple of blocks over and that fight he had with the strange kid that came at him with knives they were in pretty bad condition before he just went and used his profits to buy new ones. He was cheap though so he had stuck to a thrift store and the smell of some old perfume still clung to the collar of his coat. His boots thudded across the sand covered streets as his pants barely remained above the ankles. His button up shirt was tucked in but unbuttoned halfway down his chest showing off his ink. After all if you were going to spend a couple years in prison you were probably getting some work done and one might as well show it off. Over the open shirt was a thin black coat with the sleeves rolled up and A tie hung tied around either wrist....close enough to bandages should he get cut again. His blonde hair hung down passed his shoulder but it was held out of his eyes by an eye patch over his right eye and a sash keeping it wrapped up. His blue eye scanning the road ahead of himself. After all he was watching for sketchy people now that fights seemed to be heading his way so often now. From thugs to serial killers. Insanity and Chaos everywhere.

Still he was feeling his stomach rumble and figured what the hell his work day was over. It may be the slums but he could smell food being cooked in a couple of directions. He tightened his fingerless gloves and grinned as he sniffed the air. Nostrils flaring to get passed the scent of perfume to decide what he wanted. Down the street and around the corner was some sort of Italian food...chicken Parmesan maybe? Too high class for him. No no that was not going to work for him. He wanted something more along the lines of junk food. His eyes scanned around before he spotted a hot dog cart. He smirked before looking around to check for any shinobi on the streets. After all if they caught him committing crimes with academy techniques they likely wouldn't be too lenient. Seeing no one he moved across the street quietly and positioned himself so there were no people between him and the cart. He bent down and picked up a rock with his right hand and rose up once more. Reaching to the small of his back and pulling out the Kunai he had kept from that crazy kid who tried to kill him. He breathed out and focused his chakra into his finger tips before chucking the rock down the street in a lobbing motion. It hit a post distracting the vendor and in that moment Ryu launched his kunai at a package of Hot dogs with a puppet string attached to it. As soon as it stabbed in he retracted it up and back to him before ducking back around a corner with his prize. He pulled out the Kunai with a hot dog on the end and shoved a chunk of it in the mouth before he heard a thud. Quietly he snuck his head around a corner with food in his mouth to see a Shinobi straightening out....He just sat there and stared for a moment with food hanging out his mouth. Really?! A Shinobi just happened to be up there to catch him? Fucking Mondays....

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Ryu watched cautiously as the individual approached him. After all it wasn't common for people to make that jump. He was sure he had looked around the couple of floors above him and hadn't seen anyone with a weapon much less a quiver. He could almost see those arrows drawing blood from him now. If it was open ground he would have no chance of escape without injury. However a glance over his shoulder showed plenty of objects in the path and a couple of escape routes. He doubted he could truly outrun a shinobi if he played fair but that wasn't really his goal anyway. Just his freaking luck that he would get caught stealing food with a ninja technique no less. He was aware of the fact that he was likely outclassed here. After all if the individual had made a jump from such a ludicrous height and walked away from it so calmly he was probably screwed. If he had made that same jump he would of broken both legs if not died. But that was the world of shinobi. Impressive individuals every where. Here he was at the bottom of that food chain and in trouble.

However the fact remained that he needed to make a decision. If he was going to go quietly he needed to submit himself to the individual. Most of all he would need to drop his weapon. If the individual believed he was looking for a fight he was far more likely to take an arrow to the face. Truthfully he was not looking to die right that moment. After all arrows to faces typically didn't end well for the owners of the faces. He had seen someone get an arrow to the eye trying to escape the prison once and that death was not pretty. If he was going to run however he would need a rapid plan and a clever course of action to get away. Straight up running down the street wasn't going to get him far because an archer just needed a clear shot for a moment. The more he aggravated the person the more likely he was just going to take a shot to the back. The more he waited though the more likely to fail at an escape. His eyes scanned the alley. He could clear the dumpster and use it as cover to get in the window...but was a package of hot dogs really worth injury? He did not feel that was the case personally.

Calmly he let the knife drop out of his hand with the remainder of the hot dogs falling to the ground as well. Each thudding into the sand before he raised his hands up in surrender and swallowed the food in his mouth. Man he wasn't looking to go back to jail for another theft offense. This would be strike two for him and he didn't exactly have friends in there. Chances are he would do time for some stupid hot dogs. Still he cleared his throat as the person finished speaking. A considerate fella but not one that was so kind that Ryu was gonna push his luck. Still he was kind of an Ass hole himself so he couldn't just say something respectful like I am sorry sir...I was hungry and couldn't afford it. No no no he was far to clever for something so simple to say to someone so involved in his business all of the sudden. instead he grinned mischievously and endangered his life when he spoke up for no real good reason. Sarcasm was a wonderful thing.

"Well you see...Sometimes in a place like this we be too broke for what passes for meat round here. Can't all be elite buggers with pointy bits for bad people and get paid for it yeah?"

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Ryu watched quietly as the individual before him lowered his weapon to some sort of holster behind him. No combat eh? That likely played in his favor in the end. If he hadn't seen that display of power a few moments ago he might of considered engaging in close quarters combat. Chances were and archer wasn't nearly as capable up close. Having approached this close to Ryu the person was either not aware of the fact that Ryu was a taijutsu specialist or what was far more likely, was the individual was confident in his ability to smack a bitch to the ground if need be. It irked him to be underestimated but what irked him even more was the idea that he knew he would lose that engagement. The raw power to stick that landing he saw a second ago suggested highly that any attack he used on the man was going to be nullified entirely with minimal effort. He knew he would lose that fight and he hated it. Still he almost wanted to try the shinobi. See if he still had that power in him. See if he had lost that touch he had that put him in prison to begin with. However he had been made harshly aware of how those actions led. This person was trying to reason with him though. odd but alright.

Slowly and calmly Ryu lowered his hands but made no move to pick up his Kunai. He may have been a hot head but he knew any such action would end badly. Instead he hooked his thumbs into his belt line and listened to Seiryu. He almost scoffed when the man compared Ryu to himself. How humble of him not to see his own power. As if people Ryu's level could adjust to making four story jumps. A glance at the ground where he had landed confirmed the indents were still there. Still his one eye that was not covered by the eye patch shifted over to Seiryu again. He had taken a risk looking away from the man across from him that was some sort of fighter. Truth was Ryu had no idea what the guy was capable of. He seemed to consider the citizens around him so he likely wouldn't wipe out a building to take Ryu out but in his experience Shinobi were less than considerate to those around them. They had never been kind to him anyway. Those three genin he had beaten into the hospital had gotten that beating for taking down his gang of friends with no chakra capabilities...and that kid in the dunes had tried to kill him for looking 'cool'. Shinobi on average were bad people.

Still Ryu did scoff and even spit to the side as if the last of the mans words left a foul taste in his mouth. His eye glared back at the man in open defiance as the vendor began to shout at them from his distance away. He had noticed the missing product and located it on the ground and was now storming over with a stick. Ryu needed to end the discussion soon or end up getting a beating. Likely enforced by the shinobi in front of him. For the moment he frowned and spoke back. Less sarcasm and more blatant dislike in his voice now. Clearly with a raised tone he shouldn't take with someone capable of taking his life and with the village likely backing him to getting away with it being self defense. Ryu clearly had issues with Shinobi though it wasn't clear why.

"Look around you and see the state of things. Suna doesn't really have an active government here. It isn't profitable to care about us. So it is dog eat dog out here. Pun intended. I can't afford to eat and he has food. If I am strong enough to take it from him or clever enough to get it without him noticing I get to eat even if he doesn't. If he is strong enough to stop me he eats and I starve. You want people like me to care about people like him? Try to actually change things. So arrest me or let me go cause I can't pay for shit."

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Ryu clenched his fists and waited a moment for the man to make a move. It looked like he had struck a nerve with the stranger. Those purple eyes much like the one he kept hidden behind his eye patch seemed to try and stare him down. Damned if he wasn't fool enough to stare right back. His arrogance was eventually going to get his ass a damn good beating one of those days but he was of mind to go down swinging. Still the mans words seemed to ring out and Ryu clicked his tongue against his teeth. This random mother of a duck wanted him to prove he could be a decent person if he had money? The hell did this guy think he was? Saint ninja of the sands? It didn't matter though because as Ryu rapidly began to get the bad idea to start swinging first and his gloves audibly tightened the man turned away from him without so much as sparing him another glance. If it wasn't for the fact that it fully appeared Ryu was not only gonna skip a beating but also stay out of jail he would of been ticked about being so underestimated. A good knock across the noggin for this guy might of been worth it though.

Still he watched the man move over to a vendor and reach into his pocket. The vendor had stopped when he noticed the bowman confronting the individual and looked confused that Ryu wasn't under arrest until some coins dropped on his cart. Having been payed for the food the old man simply flipped Ryu the bird before indicating with his fingers that he was watching Ryu and a thumb dragged across his neck indicated he would kill Ryu given the chance. All that over a couple of hot dogs was a bit extreme but hey if the man thought he could take a Myugan he was welcome to give it a go. After all Ryu could use the momentary loss of control to just vent on someone after the conversation he just had ever so briefly. Not that beating up a civilian or two wasn't bullying to some degree. To top it off the vendor was a big guy. He probably stood a decent chance. Still the ninja was approaching his apartment now. He mumbled something about taking his own advise and ryu cussed under his breath before flipping the guy off but only when he wasn't looking. If he was getting away he was getting away.

"Someone that can leap tall buildings can do more than me mate."

He mumbled as a sorry excuse before he sighed and reached into his inner coat chest pocket before pulling out a crooked cigarette. After all he needed a smoke. He kicked up his kunai and caught it in his free hand before shoving it in his belt line again. As he turned and walked away Ryu would strike a match against a building and use the small flame to light his smoke. Moving back into the village in order to get away from the shinobi before he changed his mind. Maybe pick a fight or two.

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