The moment the group began picking up speed, Kenta's grin became outright ecstatic laughter and hoots as he soared from tree to tree behind Chaz.  Chaz moved with an aggressive sense of purpose, something Kenta could respect. On the other hand, Kenta hopped from tree to tree, swung from branches and looped around trunks, he bounded in circles as he kept pace. He'd occasionally send words of encouragement or physically boost the other Chunin as they struggled to stay with the group. The group's search was excessively thorough; finding a spot, spreading out to sweep the area before regrouping and moving on. Kenta couldn't fault his efficiency, but they still didn't yield results. The search party regrouped near the border of the land of fire. Kenta came to stop, giving a lazy flip before planting in the dirt. He gave Chaz a friendly slap on the back before chuckling.<br/><br/>"Hehe, you're pretty fast, man!" his tone showed his genuine surprise "I guess you ain't all hype, huh?" he said before giving a look over the field. The trees had given way to a grassland. The grass symbolized the border between the tree and sand. Kenta's eyes lit up at the sight of the field, blades glistening in the moonlight, rippling with the gentle breeze. He let out an awestruck gasp. With all the feats a shinobi was capable of, none of it ever seemed to make him feel the way nature did. Akibara and Jumichiro finally managed to catch up, reporting that they'd found nothing. Kenta hummed in thought before looking up at Chaz. He looked very displeased with this situation. Personally affected by this difficult situation.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Damn, there's no sign of the kid.</span>he said under his breath.<br/><br/>"So.... I'm guessing no Ramen then?" he was joking... sort of. He fiddled with the headband around his neck before going back to gazing over the field.<br/>"So what do you want to-" his words were cut short by the sound of a Kunai whizzing through the air. Kenta struck it from the air a fraction from Jumichiro's throat. A hail of blades quickly followed rising out from the grass like a murder of crows. The sheer volume blotted out the small amount of light the moon was giving off. As if from thin air, Shinobi after Shinobi appeared. A stealthy ambush when the Hokage's main force was away searching for some kid.<br/><br/>His movement was a blur as he took cover at the edge of the forest behind a tree. Blades hailed down, pelting the trunk and branches of trees and causing a cacophony of crackles, swishes, and thuds. He'd lost track of everyone in the commotion, simply hoping that they'd made it somewhere safe in time. Before Kenta could check, a punch that seemed to materialize swished past his check. He reflexively jabbed hard in the offending direction. His fist connected with a hard crack and a full shinobi lay before where there had been none, they quickly took a backwards roll and disappeared once again. Whoever these people were, they were not simple bandits.