Hakuzo strolled casually through the market, a fist-sized, bright orange fruit in hand. He took a large bite out of it, a little bit of juice dribbling down his chin as he chewed. He wiped his face off after swallowing. 'The first bite is always the messiest," he thought, glancing down at the dripping fruit in his hand. Juice fell to the ground as he thought about the taste of the strange food. He'd never had anything like it when he'd been living in the Land of Flowers. There was a lot that he'd been exposed to that he'd never seen outside his home village. New food, culture, fights in the streets, living conditions, fights in the streets, yeah, mainly street fights. He hadn't been prepared for that, but people around here seemed pretty unfazed by it. Something he certainly hadn't been prepared for however, was the barbarian setting the market on fire. Something he was even less prepared for was the flaming hay bale that slammed into his back, knocking him straight to the ground.<br/><br/>He pulled himself up from the ground, hearing screams and shouts, and general chaos and panic as he regained his senses. It took a moment to realize the market was now on fire. Unlike the rest of the crowd in the market, he remained calm, or as calm as one could be when surrounded by a panicking crowd shortly after being slammed to the ground by a flaming hay bale. Fire wasn't really an issue to him, however he didn't want to be stuck here with the crowd. He followed after the evacuating people, staying a short distance behind the crowd. He quickly moved to another part of the city, blinking through crowds and allies before finding a place where people were mostly at least not freaking out, only to get thrown out of someone's way, quite literally. He blinking back the way he'd been thrown from, slightly forward as well, hoping to tackle to the ground the person who'd thrown him. Unfortunately he missed, and fell to the ground in a heap, skidding along a short distance before stopping. He looked up to see the barbarian pushing through the crowd. By this point, he was about ready to claw out the huge man's eyes, and wanted some kind of revenge. Transforming into a fox, he weaved through the crowd, tearing after the man at nearly twice his own pace. He was about to pounce on the barbarian, but stopped as they reached an area devoid of people, save for three intimidating people in armor standing in front of them. He slinked behind the barbarian, deciding to get revenge later and find out who these people were first.