Rippa had gone that morning for a meeting with the Hyuga clan. They had concerns with members of their clan that wished to join the new division Rippa had created. Seeking for raised platforms for trackers of their prestige within the division. Simply because of their position within the clan hierarchy they wanted their entrants raised to officer at joining. Claiming it was only natural for a clan of their prowess and capabilities to lead others. It had been aggravating listening to the elders prattle on about their own capabilities. Making demands of him outside of the norm was simply something Rippa had no patience for to begin with. So the negotiations quickly broke down with a flat no. Threats were issued and when Rippa didn't budge they finally stopped bluffing him an accepted their position. Either don't join the division or join and earn their way up like everyone else. They were not pleased with him when he left but he wasn't about to put one clan above another regardless of their history. Not even the Uzumaki would budge him on this one. Office was not earned as a birth right under Rippa. It was something earned by effort and deeds.

It had come to later in the day when he was out of the meeting. He exited the building and turned. Bowing to the elders as they begrudgingly bowed to him in return. Even as they closed their clan compound gates his sharp ears would pick up hushed whispers of a stubborn man and some debate on if that was good for the village or if he was some imbecile bound to lead them to ruin if he would refuse to respect tradition. How amusing it was that they would use such words only when it benefited them. Just like so many others he often met with. Still he stood on the road in a set of traditional red robes. A darker red as it suited him he thought. Nothing too flashy, almost black actually even with the air warming in the spring. His white hair framed his face but was mostly hidden underneath the veil of the hokage hat. Black socks were mostly hidden by the hem of his robes with sandals strapped on tightly under them. A single long sword rested on his right hip. A western style weapon seemingly out of place with his eastern robes. Yet his left hand rested idly on the hilt as he turned to walk back.

He was intending to enjoy the walk for a bit. However he hadn't gotten far when the cries of a murder of crows caught his attention just a little to his right. They appeared to have found a food source. Seeking to collect more than was normal for crows. However it was the season for their eggs to hatch. He supposed they were looking for enough food for their nests. However their cries quickly turned to panic as he realized the moths were attacking them in return. An odd behavior for moths. His sharp eyes picked out the girl controlling them rapidly. He noted that she seemed to be keen on not stopping and decided that she intended to kill these birds. He would sigh as he figured her too young to know better. Quietly he focused his chakra as he raised his right hand. A pulse of energy raced out of his hand. Crackling with a dark crimson raiton as it pulsed over the moths and the birds. Catching them all and stunning them into stillness. However instead of falling like rocks they seemed to gradually sink in the air. As if in a liquid. Still he would approach the birds. Brushing off the moths and with a touch and a slightly green glow the birds would seem to be healthy once more. Healing each of them in turn before tossing them up into the air and letting them fly back to their nest before releasing the moths. Turning to the girl. As if unperturbed by the flesh eating moths free around him.

"I suppose you are wondering why would I do that? Simple. You are near their nests. Their life cycle just happens to be consuming the bugs you produced. Now, I suppose you could have killed them off, however what would have become of their nests? Baby birds forced to starve to death or fall out of their nest in a desperate search for food and die that way. Or if mercy allowed they would be consumed by predators first. Innocent lives shown misery at the beginning because you disturbed their eco system. Do you understand?"

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Rippa would release his chakra field as she began collecting the moths that had fallen to the floor. They would be stunned for a little longer but otherwise unharmed. His blue eyes shifted to look the child over and he decided that this was likely only one possibility. Since there was only one clan which dealt with the use of bugs in its jutsu so openly within the borders of Konoha. She likely was some mutation of the Aburame if he had to guess. The moths were an interesting mutation he admitted. The ability of flight would certainly make her dangerous in the future. If she was interested in that path. His gaze shifted to his own fingers as they were stained with the blood from the birds. She certainly had the violent streak if she chose to go that route. It was just birds for now but that was a first step in a long road of blood shed. Still as he turned his hands the blood would seem to fade away into his skin. Not even a stain remaining as if his body consumed it like a food source. If they knew his clan they might understand that it was.

He would listen as she said her apologies before nodding. He wouldn't punish her beyond a small lecture. It was simply a childs reaction to something being done to them. She wasn't fighting him on it and appeared to understand that she had gone too far. There were those who had done things that they deserved to be bled like that. Murderers and rapists. The worst the world had to offer. However that was a lesson for a much later time. Not one suited for the current encounter. Still the birds flew back to their nests and didn't appear to have much interest in returning to that pain regardless of the moths still about. They were simple beasts but ones that knew pain and fear if supplied in large enough amounts. Being eaten alive was usually traumatizing enough not to forget any time soon. Still she would finish picking up her moths as he would shift away from the blood stains on the ground. Moving to a clean patch of grass and removing his sword from his belt. Settling into a seated position with his legs crossed. He appeared calm and gentle despite the brief display of power. As if he had only done what was needed and sought nothing beyond it.

She would speak again with what sounded like concern for those she had harmed. He would place a hand on each knee and turn his sky blue eyes back to her. She seemed to have some lack of control as even though she covered her mouth moths would still flitter freely from her. He had met a few aburame and typically they were all about control. Perhaps she simply needed some guidance. Which made him wonder what had brought her so far from her clan compound? Still she would continue to explain herself and she would finish in a near mumble. He would smile and lift a hand to indicate the spot of grass spotted with flowers across from him. Speaking to her regardless of if she joined him or not. "In this world the line of innocent and wicked can be blurred. Do you think they chose your moths out of spite or greed? It is important to realize when something is done out of need instead of want. They needed to feed their young. Their intent was not malicious. People can often be the same. If you are faced with a situation assess before you interact. It might save lives. However in this case, I do think the nests will be fine. Though I doubt they will go after moths for a time."