Kin raised his arms in unison, his hands extended flat, the palms and fingers locked parallel to the forearm. From the tips of his fingers, three sets of five senbon fired out from the tips of his fingers, lodging themselves firmly into the pine wall paneling. "Excellent." Kin declared aloud as his forearms folded open briefly, allowing him to remove the senbon from the wall and reload them into his arm's newly mounted projectile launchers. There was only one thing left to do; field testing.

Sliding on his long black coat and tight leather gloves, Kin left his small workshop on the Sarif clan grounds and went in search of another shinobi of equal rank. Naturally for one of his elite status and vastly superior intellect, he hated social interaction, as he derived no pleasure from spending time with those beneath him. Still, he had to field test his new arms, otherwise he'd never get a complete set of data. He couldn't move on to upgrading his legs until he had this information, after all. It was one of his key rules of experimentation, do not leave anything to chance. Test everything until you are certain it will do the job as expected every time without failure. His destination of choice was the Colosseum, as shinobi, especially those of the genin and chuunin persuasion, could be found bashing away endlessly here in a futile attempt to better themselves, and those were precisely the type of individuals he had to locate.

Shigeki hated this place. He had no real reason to ever come to the coliseum. He disliked fighting in general, due to how his father treated him as a child, and was afraid of bladed weapons due to his blood condition. He disliked bladed weapons so much in fact, that any time one was thrown he would flinch. He was not any kind of offensive fighter, preferring to sit back and assist a teammate in whatever way he could. He had decided to come and try to check out some of the other Genin from the village to see if there was anyone he could potentially become a boon too in the future, but so far was unimpressed, and was not feeling well either. He had almost been hit by a stray Kunai earlier and that had almost made him lose his cool. His fingerless fishnet gloves were adorning clenched fists and his fishnet halfshirt was tense against his straining muscles, which were tense so they would be prepared to dodge if needed.

I don't like it here, I don't need this, I am going to leave...I don't know why I am here but I need to get out of here before I have a panic attack. A Kanetsu shouldn't have to be forced to sit through this crap anyway... His red eyes darted towards the exit and he stood, preparing to leave, intent on not being here any longer than he had already been, imagining nothing could deter him from his course...

As he surveyed the environment, Kin noticed a young, rather jittery man heading towards the exit with pace. Higher ranked shinobi never showed their emotions like that; he was in all likelyhood a genin. Intercepting the young man, Kin placed a firm right hand on his left shoulder from behind, locking it in just enough to stop his movement. "Excuse me," Kin spoke with a warm tone, trying to suppress his natural hostility towards sufferers of the human condition. Granted, he found it easy at the moment given his excitement to test the very arms that had just grabbed the man. "I've been looking for someone to help me with some brief experimentation. Nothing dangerous, my good sir, I just need another person's assistance to help me test my latest creation." His words were, as was typical for Kin, complete bullshit. He intended to start beating the young man the second he agreed, filling him with senbon, perhaps giving him a few fractures. That said, he fully intended to repair the damage. He was, like all Sarif, medically trained, of course.

Shigeki had dealt with years of abuse and torment at the hands of his father. He didn't typically like to be touched to begin with, or well, not the way he was being touched now. He looked to the taller man and shook his head slightly, assuring himself this wasn't his father and, more than likely, nothing bad was going to happen. If anything did he was a member of the strongest clan in Iwagakure, he was sure he could take care of himself, or so he hoped anyway... The man was dressed strangely, though his tone of voice was reassuring and almost comforting.

Shigeki moved his hand to touch the cold hand of the stranger, marvelling at the appendage before removing it from his shoulder, his blazing red eyes meeting those of the strange man. "I may be young," Shigeki began in his effeminate voice, a serious look plastered on his face. "But I am certainly not foolish. I have no reason to go with you, and no idea what you want to do to or with me." He briefly looked the man up and down, his strange attire really setting him apart in this area. He shook his head once more before his regular self began to kick in and he began to smile playfully, unconsciously batting his eyelashes and putting his hands behind his back in a sort of schoolgirl stance. "Actually, as long as you get me out of here, I'd help you with anything you want!" He winked and smiled once more, his reactions coming more naturally than his fear for some reason...