The land was arid, and the dust that filtered through the air as the wind carried it across the village was like a suspended blanket that only added to the lack of moisture present within his mouth. It perhaps did not help that Tategama had found himself a wall for which he could perch himself upon. While it brought him within the mercy of that stream of dust moreso than being grounded; the vision it allowed gave him access to the park he was told to arrive to, though on the other hand--it was far enough from it that his presence wasn't necessarily obvious to those he observed.

I cannot see much from here....

He didn't speak but rather thought this to himself as he rolled the ball of his palms along the grainy, and consequently rough texture of the top of the wall; slender digits sliding across the very height of the wall's face and both feet dangling as they swung to and fro; his heels patting against the wall as he watched them. His appearance matched the manner in which his demeanor was presented, a loosely-fitting shirt that has seen better days coupled with dark gray, almost black, shorts that ended just at his knees. As he was sitting, his knees would be visible, dirty from the village's less than immaculate environment.

He would remain there for a moment or so, his peculiar yellow hues remaining fixed upon the duo who were conversing. As it became evident that they were delving further into conversation and becoming familiar with one another--curiosity seemed to over ride his hesitation to approach. And so, as the thick within his palm continued to roll, inevitably coming closer to the edge, he pushed upon the wall's height and moved his form from it's grasp. He glided in the air as any normal person would do due to the momentum of his push before landing cleanly upon the dry earth beneath them all. He then began to walk.

His arms remained close to him, coiled around his girth to the front as they settled within a garment suspended around his chest--a green cloth riddled with yellow sun flowers that were decorative in theme. As he came upon the two, before then dodging the groups of people that were herded by duties within the village both professional and pleasure, he stopped at the opening of two walls before they met which led him into the park that they were at.

"Hello..."

With his approach, he found himself behind the jounin-sensei and to the side of the genin just enough to where she would have to either turn or even more move back to look around Kazuma to see him. With that said, his voice in composition was soft and friendly, not one that was often accompanied by the headband that stretched across his forehead.

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It would be a thought exercised in fallacy to say that the boy before the two was not nervous, however he had learned overtime to stomach such emotions as a result of the daily routine he endured with his stern father. With that said, a gentle smile crept upon his features as those peculiar yellow eyes examined them more thoroughly now that they were face-to-face. The Jounin's eyes were odd, a depth which he had seen before in his ventures through the village as a student. As for the girl, he did not find any notable features other than her gender though an appropriate glance was given for acknowledgement.

When the Jounin spoke, instructing Tategama to assimilate into the group for introductions, he did so--venturing around the jounin so that he could formally do so. He realized he interrupted the conversation and so he simply awaited for them to proceed, the same smile equipped in the arsenal of his demeanor.

"Sorry for being late.." He noted, feeling that the apology was necessary despite the fact that Tategama was intentionally late, or rather--had reasons that caused it.

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