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Zaiaku felt rather bugged, twitching his right eye at the man's words. It seemed the man had just given up, as if there was no tomorrow. Zaiaku felt bad for the guy, but had a completely different viewpoint on life. People had to get through the traumatic events in their life in order to grow stronger. After all, that was the catchy saying wasn't it? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? This guy needed a reality check. "You better not jump," Zaiaku instructed to the man as he stood on the edge of the building. "Surely you have family, friends, people to live for? It would be rather selfish of you to just end your life here, unaware that people will mourn your loss one way or another. Suicide is always is always the easy way out, but it's never the right way out. If you were to fall... none of the people below us would applaud," Zaiaku said whilst floating around the man on his bird.

The man stood silently as he stared at the ground below. More and more people gathered into the market place, wondering what the fuss was about. Many of these people turned distressed as they realised what was occurring, and also seeing the man on the edge of the building. It was a fair fall, something that the man wouldn't survive even if he was lucky. He looked back up to Zaiaku with his lonely face. "I'm not from here. I came here for a fresh start to my life. I'm originally from the Land of Fire, and to escape issues I had with bandits there I came to this village to start a new life. Everything I owned went into that shop. Now I have nothing. What do you suppose I do? There's nothing left for me here, and no one would be there if I went back." The man stopped speaking for a moment. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath in. Extending his arms to either side, he fell off the edge of the building.

Screams and yells filled the environment as time seemed to slow down for Zaiaku. The jump was rather sudden, although expected. Zaiaku quickly firmed his stance on the bird as it dived down in air in order to grab the man. A fierce look appeared over his face as he watched the man's emotionless face fall with grace. "Bastard," Zaiaku cursed as the bird opened it's mouth and clamped the man's body before slowly descending to the ground. As the bird landed within the sanctioned area with nearby police, it released the man from its mouth and dropped him on the ground. Zaiaku hopped off the back of the bird and edged around near the man. "What the hell was that? You realise you would've died if it wasn't for me?" The man looked confused in response to Zaiaku.

All around him, he started to see the worried looks on the faces of the people. The man slowly realised that people in this world did care for him. It was all apart of being in a community. People cared for each other. Heck, even the blonde boy who had just saved his life had to have cared about him in order to risk his own to save it. It was something that the man had not felt in a while. The love of others. He finally responded to Zaiaku as medical professionals surrounding him to inspect him for any wounds. "It seems I have come to realise something when I was an inch from death. You have helped me see something. I am grateful boy..." Zaiaku, rather confused from the response, nodded his head slowly to the man before getting back up on the birds back. He left the man in the care of the law enforcement officers there. It was time to go back to the Tsuchikage Fortress. He wondered whether the frantic woman would be happy with the outcome.

[red]> Exit.[/red]

Zaiaku had taken a rather calm approach to the beginning of his day. He woke up late, barely able to crawl out of his bed due to his level of tiredness, and slowly forced himself to down some cereal before heading out into the streets. His apartment had been rather dark due to having the curtains drawn, thus he received quite a shock as he transitioned out into the bright mid-day sun as he walked out into the village. Zaiaku had been 'missing in action' when it came to his performance record with recent missions. He had been slacking off lately, thus decided that today would be an appropriate day to get back into the role of being a ninja and lend a helping hand to the people of the village. First stop: the Tsuchikage Fortress.

On arrival to the large stone fortress in the centre of the village, he was greeted by a nearby receptionist who seemed to be in a rather frantic mood. She quickly leaped across from her desk to him on his entry to the building, spooking him suddenly as his guard was down and his mind was still phasing back into reality from his slumber. "Oi you," she shouted to him whilst waving around a piece of paper in her hand. Zaiaku's eyes widened as the girl screamed in his face and followed the movement of the paper from left to right. "I've just received a call from a distressed woman in the market place of the village. Apparently there's someone who's about to jump off the top of a building. Go there now!" She handed him the parchment after taking in a breath. Then, she proceeded back over to her desk.

Zaiaku stood still after being handed the piece of paper, his mind still trying to take in the mass of sudden information that was abruptly thrown at him. After the words "someone is about to jump" rang through his head, he quickly snapped back into reality and shook is head from side to side. He had just been given a task, and now he had to get moving. What a bother. Zaiaku stretched his neck from side to side and loosened up his back. It was time to get going. Someone's life was at risk, and he had now been given the responsibility to either prevent it from happening or to ensure the person's safety if they did actually jump off the top of the building. He dashed out the door quickly and into the streets of the Hidden Stone Village. Zaiaku hoped shit wouldn't go down before he got there. It would be a pain to fail his first mission just when he got back into action.

As the explosions carried out across the field of play, Zaiaku could hear the cries of the old man echo through the air. He grinned widely, wondering whether or not he had actually hit the old man. If he had, he would return at the end of his mission to apologise for the injuries he had inflicted. Maybe Zaiaku had over-estimated the old man? Maybe he wasn't so capable anymore and couldn't handle the liveliness of a young, fit Genin. Either way, he still had a job to do. Shaking his head to snap his mind into direction, Zaiaku quickly jolted from the spot he stood upon. He wouldn't wait for the smoke of the explosion to clear. It was more important for him to get this over with quickly. He didn't want anymore unexpected road blocks.

Dashing from his spot he held the box within both of his hands as he rushed off toward the village gates. Zaiaku wondered whether the old man would be able to catch up to him. Other things that crossed his mind was whether or not there would be anymore surprises across his journey to hand this box in. Did the old man have any form of connections within the village? Were more people going to randomly jump out and scream high-pitched songs into his ears to throw him off balance? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had to get this box to the destination safely. What the hell was even inside the box? Maybe he would find out on arrival to the rendezvous point.

OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, I've been in exam mode. It's starting to clear up now. Also I didn't have much to input here because well... you're underground d: