The kunai slit her throat in one smooth motion, coating Tatsumaru's boots in a thick stream of blood. He held the wound open as much as he could, holding her upside down to be sure to drain as much of the blood as possible. Once he was sure the blood was out of her system, Tatsumaru took the same Kunai and dragged it down her belly, removing her digestive track, heart and all the other organs he didn't want. The wolves could have them, he thought to himself as he dropped the body by the shores of the Naka river, taking a moment to wash the blood splatter off his hands, his face and of course, his boots. Once he was done, he slumped her body over his back and began to walk north.

It had been an hour since Tatsumaru had bagged the boar he was carrying, and while carrying a dead pig wasn't exactly his idea of fun, the taste was certainly worth the effort. He hadn't seen another soul all day, and it was oddly relaxing. Tatsumaru lived his life surrounded by people, so to be so close to nature for such a long period of time was oddly cathartic. This feeling faded away, however, when he noticed a silhouette of a man lying down in the grass in the distance. Locking his eyes on the dot, Tatsumaru altered his course slightly and headed towards the individual.

It didn't take him long to get close enough to ID the individual. Not only was he a shinobi, but also a fellow Uchiha. Keiji Uchiha, to be exact. While they weren't exactly close they had met for a few brief moments. "Hello, Keiji! I didn't expect to run into a friendly face out here!" Tatsumaru called out, as he did not want to be seen to be trying to sneak up on Keiji. He continued walking until he arrived not but a few feet from the fellow Uchiha, where he stood, staring down at him as he waited patiently for a reply.

"Good day, Tatsumaru. How have you been?" Keiji replied in a kind tone of voice, sitting up from his previously reclined posture. "Not bad, not bad." "You taking that big thing all the way back to Konoha?" Tatsumaru smirked a bit. It seems the boar had caught Keiji's eye. He couldn't blame him, either. Wild boar was one of the most delicious things on this planet. "I'm not sure yet. I couldn't decide if I Should set up camp, roast it and spend the night out here or take it home. Why, would you like some? I could set up a spit roast. There is nothing quite as nice as spit roasted boar, after all." As he spoke, Tatsumaru removed the boar from his back and laid it down upon the ground. Drawing a kunai, he crouched down and began to drag the edge across the surface of the boar's hind legs, beginning the process of removing it's hair. The sharp blade made short work of the hair, with each drag completely clearing a section of skin. In a few moments he had already cleaned off most of the boar's rear as he waited for Keiji's response. Admittedly, Keiji Uchiha was a bit of a curiosity to him. He was one of the few Uchiha he didn't know intimately. He wanted to fix that, however. Tatsumaru disliked the idea of not knowing one of the strongest living Uchiha. He could learn a lot from such a man, knowledge that could help him greatly in his endeavors.

"If you don't mind. I can't say that I've had the pleasure of trying boar." Tatsumaru smirked as Keiji replied. It seems he was camping out tonight after all. "What shall we do in the meantime?" "Well, we could always spar. I'll have to set the roast up first though." Tatsumaru continued to drag the kunai over the boar as they spoke, rapidly removing all the hair from the right side of it's body. Flipping the boar over, he began to clean the other side, again with surgical precision. "Do you need me to fetch anything for the roast?" "We'll need some wood. That's about it." After a few minutes of methodical scraping, the boar was mostly clean of hair. Taking the kunai, Tatsumaru dragged it around each of the ankles, snapping off the hoofs and casting them aside casually. Driving his knee into the boar's shoulder, using his weight to hold it in place, Tatsumaru snapped the beast's neck, separating the head from the body. He cast this aside too, leaving it for the animals to devour. Reaching into his right pocket, Tatsumaru pulled out a small sack of salt. Since he knew chances were good he would camp out, he had taken some provisions with him, to ensure the meat he cooked was done properly. Taking the tip of the kunai, Tatsumaru dragged it diagonally across the flesh of the pig, then reversed the angle so that the skin was scored in a cross pattern. He repeated this with the other side before opening the small bag of salt. He poured half of the bag onto one side of the pig, making sure to grind it as deep into the skin as possible before flipping the beast over and repeating the process. The salt would ensure the skin formed a beautiful layer of crackling, just what it needed.

Once Tatsumaru had finished salting the boar, he turned his gaze to face the decent pile of wood Keiji had presented him with. Taking his kunai, he placed it in the end of one of the bisected pieces, giving it a firm bash to drive the kunai in, splitting the wood down the center. He did this several more times until he had a few long spikes of wood. After sharpening either end of one spike, Tatsumaru drive it into the boar's neck, forcing it through til it came out the other end. He took special care to carve one end of the remaining spears into a Y shape, as to create a resting spot for the boar's spear to rest upon. Taking the rest of the wood, Tatsumaru created a sizable bonfire shape, before reaching his left hand into the center. A moment later there was a loud "POOF!" and Tatsumaru withdrew his hand just in time to avoid the now rapidly growing flames. "Nothing quite as convenient as using a tiny bit of chakra to light a fire." he thought aloud, driving the two supporting spears into the ground by their tips, one on either side of the fire. He then carefully lifted the boar and placed it into the cradle he had created, smiling as the flames licked at it's skin.

Rising to his feet, Tatsumaru stepped a fair few meters away from the boar, not wanting to get the meal caught in the cross-fire. As he walked, he withdrew from his belt a long black rod, which quickly revealed itself to be a tri-sectioned staff; a sansetsukon. Tatsumaru held the left arm of the Sansetsukon by the chain connecting it to the center piece with his left hand, grasping the center of the right arm with his right hand, leaving the center piece to rock carefully in-between. The sun was shining off his bright steel gauntlets, causing the leaf headband pattern carved into each of them to gleam in the sunlight. "Ready?" he asked with a smile, locking eyes with his opponent. A fight with a sannin would certainly be eventful, but as the personal student of Hokage Takao Kimura, he'd faced worse.