Kenta slipped his arm from Chaz's grip, giving him a half-hearted chuckle before pocketing some soap and continuing on his trek. Chaz's dry raunchy humor was fine with him, sometimes it seemed completely serious but Kenta was almost assured it wasn't. It wasn't strategically smart and nobody was so overtly sexual unless they were kidding. In Kenta's experience, anyone who expressed interest in him was probably joking. He didn't blame them; stocky little clowns weren't too many people's types.<br/><br/>The river wasn't a great distance away, but it was long enough to get boring. The grass and dirt below the denser areas were speckled with light flitting through the tree-tops. A small red bird hopped from spot to spot in a peculiar manner. Maybe, it was bored too? Kenta was so zeroed in on the small creature that he almost managed to head off in the wrong direction. He stopped in his tracks and shook his head just as the sounds of lightning rung up from behind him. Chaz was under attack. Kenta was prepared to run back to assist, but a ninja dropped down from the tree tops and moved alongside Kenta as if they weren't noticeable. Kenta pulled an amused look, the shrouded shinobi showed no emotion and stayed still for a moment longer.<br/><br/>"Uhh, you lost?" the answer came as several sets of footsteps in the grass coming from either side of him. He charged forward and sent a solid punch into the waiting shinobi's face. They smashed hard into a tree a yard behind them. Kenta's eyes widened in surprise. He knew he was strong but that seemed like more power than he'd ever gotten out of a single punch. The pack advanced on him... without much urgency. Kenta turned to see they moved as if they were running through syrup. He walked over to their slowly advancing bodies. Instead of striking them down, he watched as one withdrew a blade and swiped with declining speed. Kenta let out an amused chuckle before stepping out of the way.<br/><br/>He took his time watching the collective groups heads turn and slowly acknowledge his movement. It took everything Kenta had not to burst out in laughter "O-okay, alright . I think that's enough," he could barely hold his composure. He hopped back a bit and squatted down and widened his stance before pushing with his back leg and hopping forward to deliver a solid sidekick square into the lead shinobi's chest. Instead of falling backward, his chest crumpled inward and his body was propelled backward, taking several others with him. Kenta bounced in excitement before beginning an overzealous assault on his slow-motion assailants.<br/><br/>A quick roundhouse to the temple sent one shinobi's neck on a rubbery swivel. A spinning reverse heel smashed another into the ground with such force that they rebounded back up at least a foot. A hard jumping knee pulverized a kunoichi's jaw and propelled a thick blot of blood out of her mouth right onto Kenta's chest. He noted how fortunate (and unfortunate) it was he wasn't wearing a shirt as the liquid slowly clung to his skin.  In mid-air descent, Kenta sent an ax handle into the top of another ninja's head. It compressed and crackled before his neck snapped downward and his body followed his head to the ground. Kenta knew he shouldn't enjoy this, but he couldn't the smile creeping onto his face and slowly growing with each strike. It felt... right.<br/><br/>The world around him settled into its normal pace as he looked over his handiwork. He swiped a hand over the blood on his chest and upper abdomen.<br/><br/>"I guess I can't just pretend I bathed now," he sighed before interlacing his fingers behind his head and making his way to the river.<br/><br/>Kenta left his clothes at the river bank and hopped into the water without a second thought. It was miserably cold despite the morning sun.<span style="font-style: italic">"This is one reason, I don't make this a daily thing"</span>. Just as he was getting acclimated, he spotted Chaz.<br/><br/>"Hey! Good timing!" Kenta shouted to him "I'm guessing you had a bit of an encounter too, huh," he beamed at him, holding up his blood-stained hand. "This water's like ice without you, Hot Pants!" Kenta shuffled toward Chaz as he approached so that he could lower his voice, and also because he hadn't grabbed the soap from his pants pocket "Did you bring soap? I think I brought two if you need one,".