Can't edit the above post, let's start this properly now why don't we?
*The kunais collide with each other, falling down onto the ground with audible thrumps, a gentle wind blowing dramatically between the two people, one a young adult, his bandanna dripping with sweat, his brow pasted with it dried, his eyes narrow with some sort of hunger, his soul moreso. A now disgraced, forgotten warrior, lost to his clan, lost to his friends, thought to be dead. A forgotten soul, hungry for remembrance, hungry for fame, hungry for recognition.*
*Ahead of him? A young boy, not even a man, wearing clothes of that of a street kid. Yet, he replied to Guv's lazily tossed kunai with his own, his tossed with much more precision, much more intent, even if just for his defense. Perhaps this one... no, not yet. He's just a boy, such hungry can resist, even if it is ravenous...*
*Guv scratches the back of his head. He thinks of doing something quite dramatic and possibly dumb {aka the above post} but merely internally sighs to this potentiality. He gives off a gently smile, slightly confused as to why a young boy such as he would wander through the plains alone. But is it any different than why himself would? The plains offer nothing but solance and peace from the world, and that is all they need to offer. Guv stops the scratch and lowers his bandanna slightly, covering his sweat painted brow, wishing he had some water, but instead continuing his smile to mask his newest concern.*
"
Sorry, didn't see you there, was aiming for a nearby bird... you're not buying this, are you?"
*Guv resists the urge... to both rescratch the back of his head... and to initiate his original idea...*
{Back of active in this fight, if you still want to fight anyways

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