Whatever had possessed Rin into willingly traveling to Boufuugakure had long since been questioned. The place was a hell hole, it rained practically all the time! He couldn't have left the place quicker when he passed through the first time. But still, he was here for a reason he couldn't think of. Perhaps he had been assigned on a mission that required him to travel to the village? If he had been, Rin had already forgotten whatever it was he was meant to do. The dreadful rain had easily taken priority in his head. He tossed up his hood and adjusted the large flounder shaped sword that rested in a bandaged state on his back, held close and securely by the black holster that hugged his chest.

The village seemed uneventful at the moment, people went about their lives as the day went on. They even ignored the rain, a feat Rin would have trouble doing if it became required. He exhaled and began a short walk down a particularly narrow street. Luckily, some awnings or canopies above him seemed to block most of the rain, reducing it to just runoff that dripped down. It seemed to be quite quiet and peaceful, the sound of the dripping water being one of the only redeeming qualities about rain in Rin's opinion. However, he was stopped as he noticed a strange spectacle playing out in front of him. A very unusually dressed man seemed to be standing over a female with a much smaller frame and brown hair. She looked about as normal as the villagers back in Shippuugakure, so Rin could only assume that she wasn't a shinobi. He also noticed a knife in his hand, the cold steel pressed against the woman's neck. “This must be that moral compass thing I hear so much about.” Rin thought as he stared onward at the scene as it unfolded with a dead expression resting upon his face.

“Should I step in...? It's not really my place, this isn't even my village...” Rin stepped to the side of the narrow road and kept himself barely hidden in the shadows of the building on his left side. He didn't particularly care about being caught, but it seemed like the woman's assailant was a bit preoccupied with her to notice Rin's presence yet. So he just watched and waited, hoping that something interesting would happen or that something would be motivated to actually intervene.

Watching everything unfold before his eyes that were shrouded by the darkness of the building he leaned upon was very... dull. He could only faintly hear the desperate whimpers of the woman who seemed to be too submissive to save herself, but the male's commanding voice was much more audible as it barked orders and shouted at her. Rin had contemplated intervening, simply for the reason that it might be entertaining, but he reconsidered upon realizing that the woman being threatened wouldn't learn anything from it. She'd be given the impression that whenever she was in trouble, there would be somebody to rescue her, leaving her woefully unprepared for the dangers of the world they lived in. Rin had seen the dangers first hand, he knew them well – even greeted them like an old friend.

An out of place sound alerted him of another's presence. His ears weren't trained to ignore the sound of the pattering rain, but they were trained to detect small things like the sound of somebody landing on concrete pavement. His attention was brought to a strange looking girl who didn't look that much older than himself, even younger perhaps. She was dressed in a peculiar attire, especially when the climate and weather patterns were considered. Rin grasped the base of his hood and tossed it down, then ruffled his hair as he watched her actions. His eyes followed the projectile as it was thrown, the edge shimmering in the smallest of light that illuminated the alley. It seemed to have stuck itself directly in the arm of the unsuspecting assailant, and it looked deep enough to have gone into the bone. Yikes, that was quite a hit, but definitely not enough to kill him. It did motivate him to remove the knife from the woman's throat, however, and he fell to the ground. The guy was likely in a lot of pain, judging by how he was rolling around and screaming about the knife in his arm.

Rin didn't reveal himself just yet. He figured that the woman's saviour would enjoy finishing the male off herself. Instead, he simply stood motionless and watched closely. The sudden action had made him all giddy and happy that he wouldn't have had to watch the woman be assaulted any further.

Well, that was certainly beyond his expectations. As he sat there in the darkness of the building to his left, leaning lazily without much worry of who did and did not see him, he observed the woman begin to enact her twisted idea of justice. He would have interfered by now if he had any moral compass to follow, but alas, his views were just as twisted as her's. Rin didn't care about what happened to either of them. This wasn't his village or his home, he held no authority in these lesser known lands and likewise, held no interest in enacting righteousness upon those who he did not hold jurisdiction over. So, instead, he just watched as a silhouette shadowed by the darkness as she brought a blade to the man's neck.

She seemed to know her way around the area, or at the very least carried herself in such a way that made it seem so. Rin could only assume she was native to the village, so she was a much better fit than himself to punish whomever she saw fit. He stepped forward, out of the shade so that his silhouette became more visible. His priority wasn't to be hidden, he couldn't care less who saw him as he returned to his relaxed, leaning position on the wall. Rin folded his arms and continued to watch quietly, knowing well that he was now in clear view.

Upon moving closer, he was able to hear what was being said a bit better. “Do not rely on others you whore, you have your own power and weaponry no doubt so do not expect easy saving.” he heard the female say. It brought a smirk to his face, it seemed they shared the same idea to some extent. She may have had a bit more of an extreme way of educating the female on allowing her to fall into such a unfortunate trap, but her idea on what to do with the male was a bit less than what he was expecting. Rin wasn't the type to play around, if he was going to kill somebody, he'd do it quickly. Wasting time never really did sit well him with, but everybody has their poison.

Rin couldn't stop himself from grimacing as the bladed metal projectile made contact with a part of the fellow male's anatomy. It brought a cold sweat to his forehead as his gaze returned to Yuen. It was quite a cruel fate, but Rin was sure that fair judgment had been enacted upon the male. If neither of them had bothered with intervening, it was likely that the woman would have met a much more terrible fate.

As he had finally been noticed upon moving out of the shadows, which was his intention if she had bothered to keep an eye on her surroundings, he maintained a very calm composure. Something definitely felt off about the girl that stood not too far away from him, a different air to her than most.

“My name's Rin! Apologies for staying so quiet there in the shadows, I was just, uh... Enjoying the show.” he said. Although his tone seemed quite upbeat, enthusiastic and positive even, his words still carried a bit of seriousness to them. “I'm a shinobi of Shippuugakure that's here on the terms of a mission. Seems that I've taken a wrong turn and stumbled upon a rather shifty crowd, though!”

He wasn't lying, though Rin still wasn't quite sure he'd come to the only place that rained more often than the Hidden Hurricane. Nothing he could think of in his right mind would have motivated him to pay the foreign village a visit, so it must have been an assignment... or something like that. But at least he hadn't completely lied about the reason for him being in the alleyway. The village was quite foreign to him, just as he was to the village. The alleys and roads and districts were confusing for a visitor, especially those like Rin who didn't hold much talent for navigating larger settlement.