Jojo enjoyed her days of solitude among the mountains but once in a while, there was always the joyful existence of others coming around. She wondered if anyone would come to where she was as her tattooed body exquisitely revealed her back dragon tattoo, her arms with blackened chains and her forehead with its V shape tattoo. All of this was to change her appearance to appear less like the Kaguya along with her green hair, an inheritance of her mother. Her form jumped into the water and swam about wearing a blue bikini that was quite exquisite in the fact it accentuated her form perfectly. While around her neck was her village headband in all of its glory.

The nice cool and refreshing jungle water made it all the more enjoyable as she swam with such intensity that she enjoyed it that much more. Indeed today was the last day of her training in the mountains so she hoped to see people come here soon now that the shrieking of animals had all but gone silent in the days and night of the past. She hoped to hear the familiar and lovely sounds once more but she was in silence as she merely swam in the water at the top of the waterfall, going against the current with powerful strokes as she would not close in on the waterfall’s edge quite yet.

It appeared that Jojo wasn't the only one who appreciated the chance to be alone, however for one of her fellow villagers, it truly seemed like being alone was something that was impossible. It was the reason that he had become the way that he was, people who had become fond of him had asked him how he could have a romance with someone else in his head permanently, and the basic fact was that he didn't. He was too much of a wallflower for that kind of thing, it was why he got his name from the other villagers. He was the turtle elder, he was the boy who acted like a wise old man rather than a young man. However, that did not mean that he was not a fan of a few things that young boys did, especially the booze. As it currently lay, he was a little bit tipsy as he walked through the forest towards the waterfall. He had had two glasses of sake already this morning, and although he hadn't quite had enough to fall into the nirvana state, he had definitely drunk enough for him to be able to feel a little bit warmer. It seemed cold this morning for some reason. He wasn't sure why, although maybe it was his clothes. A long black robe that seemed almost like something a priest might wear, bound with a red ribbon around the waist and a pair of bamboo sandals for his feet. He wasn't going anywhere dangerous enough to require armor, and over-preparing like that would merely make things awkward.

Walking through the area, a quiet hymn hummed under his breath as he walked, he came over the rise and found that he had accidentally made his way to the pool near the waterfall. He knew that he knew the path to here, but this was a different way to get to it, one that he hadn't gone down before. He'd have to remember this the next time. However, the person that was swimming in the pool was of more interest to him than the path that he had taken to get here. The almost ridiculous amount of tattoos, the vibrant green hair, the body that he'd been told many times was attractive, an he could see what they meant. This was definitely Jojo Kaguya. She was a very strange woman that he didn't quite trust, although the amount of people that he actually did trust could probably be counted on slightly less than both hands. Looking down at her, a scowl forming on his lips as he stared, he wondered exactly what she was doing. She was a jounin of the village, she should be out there doing some work or something but instead she was here, swimming around. Was she ignoring her duties for the village, or was she simply training? If she was training, this was a very strange location for it.

Jojo continued her swimming, her instincts already told her someone had entered the vicinity when she would already be used to the rushing water and she would find herself shuttling backwards with the swim she had entered in. The realm around her quite effectively pushing her back as she would smile as the current pulled her over the edge of the waterfall, her body falling down the waterfall’s edge. She would catch herself onto the pillar to which she used to balance before jumping up into the edge of the pool onto the land where she looked directly at the individual who had entered the training space. Her eyes looking at him as she would remember who he was, by the recommendation of the Sakurakage she knew this man was made a Special Jounin though for what skill she had no idea. “Well hello there Shibure-san. How are you today?”

Jojo would smile when she greeted him, walking towards him with a smile and a joyful look. Her bikini thankfully did not fall off of her from the fall. However, if one looked closely over her left breast there was a scar lining down it below the bikini line that held a very true meaning from her past. A scar that looked like a giant sword stabbed through though no car on her back. She would look at the man and in her mind she recalled what his alias was to most who knew nothing about him. The turtle elder, paying a visit to the waterfront was quite out of the ordinary as she would ask after he had stated how he was doing, “So what brings you up this way through the water front of the jungle. Certainly not a mission of sorts.” She said with a sly smile, her own opinion of missions was subtle after all, she had done two very important missions for the village in just one day yesterday.

She... swam off of the edge of the waterfall? Was this some form of extravagant suicide? He looked on passively, not because he was shocked into not taking any action, but simply because he didn't care. The shinobi's life was filled with death, if he was to freak out over a single one of someone he didn't know properly, he would be a bad soldier. You couldn't think clearly if you were filled with panic, and panic now was unnecessary. If she had just killed herself, then it was her choice and it wasn't going to be much of a loss, but if it was just a form of training, there was absolutely nothing wrong with this situation. Of course, she had just done it as some pointless form of training, and as she came back over the edge a second later, he yawned, clearly bored. The way she spoke was nice and respectful, although there was something about it that he wasn't a fan of, it seemed almost like impudence via respect. He raised an eyebrow curiously at her, wondering what game she was playing, before refusing to answer her question. Well, that was not quite true, he answered it with a non-committal shrug, as if blowing off the question. He didn't care to ask it back, quite frankly he didn't care how she was or not. There was something that Jojo might have heard of from the village, and that's how he was almost like a mute. He believed in the power of the spoken word, and the power of knowledge. So, wasting words was like wasting kunai, a crime that could hurt you later on. This was just another example of it, although since they'd not met personally before, she might have not heard those rumors and take this for some grand insult.


That smile... what exactly was it she was smiling about? For all his wisdom, he didn't understand why people found it important to make themselves smile almost permanently. A smile should not be the default facial expression of a human being. A smile was for when you were happy, or glad, right? It would be weird for someone to go around crying almost permanently, so what was the point in having the opposite be true? It seemed suspicious that she seemed so happy, however, considering who they were and how they both were. She was a ninja, a member of the village that was his home and his cage. She knew his name, so she knew what he was. It wasn't like it was some secret within the village, if he'd gone rampant keeping it a secret would have been problematic. Thus, she must know about what he was, yet she was still smiling? There was something a little unnerving about that. They didn't know each other, but she seemed legitimately happy to see him. That was something that he was really not used to, maybe it was just the fact that he wasn't used to it or the fact that he was used to quite the opposite, but either way, something just smelled off about the whole situation. Regardless, he answered with a few simple sentences.
"Can't a man simply enjoy the beauty of nature, my dearest Kaguya, without having to explain himself?" He said, his voice a little bit teasing as he spoke. There was something about her that he didn't like, although that wasn't saying much. There wasn't much about most people that he actually liked, he either disliked something or was impartial to it.

The day was old, her waiting was over and she had to leave. Her day may be over however she had to go out and perceive the information required to protect the night. Her shift on patrols and such were about to begin and she had to head out soon so she would make all apologies she had, to pursue the cause and nature of the night. A quick jump and a boost of the feet and the young kunoichi was gone, disappeared without a trace as she would head back to the village’s central compound for her border patrol. It was after all what she was best at and in doing so would be what she had left to do with all the knowledge she maintained in her own little mind.

(Exit: Shitty post but sorry, I'm just ending the thread for simplicity means)