Yamada eyed the boy curiously. This boy, a Nara, was out in the forest looking for a fight. With any particular stranger. Now, it was usual to like to spar, nothing wrong with that. But with a stranger? It tended to be regular custom that one would pick a sparring partner that he knew. One of his age, and of similar ability. One that you knew or trusted. But no, this boy, the Nara, was out in the middle of nowhere, challenging strangers to fights. This was not a wise decision. Missing Nin could be about, it is honestly asking to get yourself injured, or worse, Killed. Or, it could be that the boy was confident in his abilities, it could be that the boy possessed the skills to protect himself against any threats. A strange one this Nara, Yamada would be sure to keep an eye on him.
On the other hand, there was the older looking, and certainly superior in power, Sarutobi. This man was also out for a stroll in the middle of nowhere, a strange thing to do. He seemed, overly happy, a little too friendly, as though he was hiding something. Although Yamada was one to jump to conclusions quickly, it was his carefulness that had saved his life on numerous occasions. He would have to be particularly careful around this Sarutobi, the sheer chakra that Yamada could sense was intense, the man was clearly packing some serious power. And Sarutobi too, a famous clan among Konoha. Known mostly for their ‘will of fire’, a dangerous thing for rival shinobi, Sarutobi were not to be messed with, especially due to their tendency to have some high potency fire jutsu. Yamada would keep a close eye on this one too.
Yamada had pulled out his cigarette in an attempt to be friendly, it was custom that two smokers sharing a cigarette, or even lighting a cigarette for each other, was a pretty good natured gesture. Yamada would try hard to seem as nice as possible, he didnt want people getting the idea that he was some sort of hostile, bug using freak. He hoped that his asking of a light would be taken as a kind hearted gesture, and not one of trying to take command over the jounin shinobi. Yamada was not a bad person, he just had trouble socializing at times; however, if there was one thing that helped his communication skills, it was smoking.
Yamada had picked up the habit of smoking at a pretty young age. It was not a good one, but he received very little harm from the tobacco smoke. It turns out that the bugs in his system helped cleanse him of all negative effects. Due to this, Yamada turned out to be a pretty heavy smoker. It was not the addiction that lead him to smoke so heavily, it was the culture. People who smoked tended to understand other smokers. It was a good way for Yamada to cure his social awkwardness.
Yamada has been saving the cigarette that he pulled out of his pocket, saving it for a very special occasion. However, Yamada did not see any such occasions in his near future, and it had been over two weeks since he rolled this cigarette, he was truly desperate to smoke it.
He had picked up the particular strain of tobacco on his travels through the wind country. On a visit to Sunagakure, he was taken on a tour through the herbal gardens. A magnificent place it was, full of all varieties of herbs, plants, vegetables. Yamada saw a particular tobacco plant that caught his eye, the scent of it was amazing. He asked about it, and was lead to a beautiful coffee shop in town. The owner was the entire person in the country with the rights to sell this tobacco, and it came at a pretty hefty price; Yamada could only afford enough for one cigarette.
Yamada was in love with the strain, he had heard from many villagers about how good it was, the flavour, the scents, the soothing, relaxing effect that it had. He couldnt just roll it in any old paper, he needed to match the strain with an equally good paper. This is what had lead him to Konoha in the first place. He had heard about a vendor on the road to the hidden leaf, who sold a variety of items. However he was known for his rolling paper. It was said that it would not even light, if the tobacco inside was not worthy of the paper. Of course, Yamada needed to possess it.
Yamada found the vendor with ease, and was pleased to find that the vendor was content with trading some of Yamadas food and water, for a single piece of rolling paper.
Yamada wasted no time rolling it, making sure that it was seamless, no wrinkles, the tobacco packed tight, the filter placed in perfectly. Yamada was truly excited to light this smoke.
But he had wanted to save it for a special occasion, but unfortunately, Yamada’s life was truly not that special. The desperation for the smoke, the lack of things to happen to Yamada, it lead him to pull the smoke out, right there and then. It didnt really bother Yamada that the occasion wasnt as special as he imagined. To him, a stranger lighting his cigarette - which Yamada intended to share - was an intimate enough occasion. Sharing a cigarette with a fellow smoker was something that Yamada truly enjoyed. Smoking was fun alone, but sharing a smoke with fellow enthusiasts was an occasion that was to die for. A stranger? To Yamada, that was the friendliest display he could show.
He watched as the Sarutobi pulled out his lighter.
This really was going to be a special occasion after all! Look at that beautiful lighter!
The Sarutobi revealed a piece of art, a silver lighter. It had a symbol etched into it perfectly. The light caught the silver brilliantly, shining off of it in most beautiful fashion. This was a lighter that would truly put the icing on the cake of this perfect cigarette.
Yamada leant over the flame at lightly placed his smoke in there, letting it toast for a bit before inhaling. The smoke flooding in, taking a grip on his lungs. The same grip a mother has on her son when he is scared at night. The flavor was exquisite , the consistency of the smoke was perfect, it was truly worth the money that Yamada had payed to roll this smoke.
Yamada would puff on the cigarette lightly a few more times, trying to savor the beautiful work of art he had forged. He let the smoke roll around in his mouth for a bit before inhaling it; and eventually - reluctantly - letting it be free again as it escaped his body and dissipated into the wind.
Yamada held out the cigarette to the Sarutobi, another gesture of kindness. He chose not to tell the story on how this smoke came to be, instead letting the cigarette talk for itself.
“Take as many puffs as you need to, friend, there is nothing that pleases me more than a sharing a good smoke with a stranger”
When the Sarutobi was done, Yamada would take the smoke back, placing it in his mouth but not puffing.
The jounin seemed to be ok with the idea of sparring. He agreed to the situation, seemingly without much consideration. Yamada trusted him, in a strange way, to hold back his power to some degree. If he wanted to help train the genin, he certainly wouldnt want to harm them. The Nara boy had a confident look to himself, he clearly thought that Yamada and himself could give the man a run for his money. Yamada on the other hand, wanted to test his own ability, see how he could stand against a jounin, even one that was holding his power back.
Yamada walked over to the Nara boy, still cautious of him, and offered a hand,
“Yamada, Aburame Yamada.”
Yamada would shake his hand - should he accept and turn to face the Sarutobi, who was holding a rather large sword in a seemingly unorthodox stance. Yamada would talk to the Nara in a voice quiet enough so that the Sarutobi wouldnt hear, but the Nara could understand his words,
“I hope you’re ready for this kid, this guy isnt going to be easy.”