Ravished

[Saizō]

He had been offered his answer. Just as he suspected, it was a Fūinjutsu. A moment later, the strange man who had earlier been a civilian hosting a fireworks show had introduced himself as Opu one of the immortals. His bright blue eyes watched the column of smoke rise into the air, a beacon for other shinobi. That, or a warning. They were put on a mission. Apparently now, they were a team. He didn't usher a complaint, he was here on his own free will and would have been attending to the village even if the rest of them weren't here. Teamwork, after all was essential to survival in this world. Opu wanted them to search the buildings, and look for any survivors of the attack.

The veil of smoke held a shadow, of what he figured was Nibi in it's now human form. Opu had cautioned them, that this could be either the best fighter or the worst. Still, Saizō's visage to the others would appear calm, collected and without fear. He never was worried about an opponent, never for himself at any rate. He certainly was worried about the remaining villagers.

"I'm Saizō, glad to meet all of you."

A soft smile spread across his face. Even in battle, his joyful demeanor kept up. From his pouch he withdrew two kunai, which he began rhythmically spinning on his index and middle finger. It was a habit. He remained standing where he had landed, and kept his eyes on the plume of smoke. Awaiting the new form.