Yamato:The forest was full of fruit and food to be used. maybe it was the fact most shinobi would fail to use their mind, the basic-kunai that was thrown into the bark of the tree began to shutter back and forth as a thin-thread that wrapped around the handle of the weapon began to retract the body. a thin-wire. the kunai fell from the bark, with a gentle 'thud' as it connected with the terrain. the kunai, was slowly took back into the sleeve of his cloths for a future use. "Okay, let's see.. Ten kunai, five shuriken. enough letter-bombs. a half-reel of wire, four smoke-bombs. and two flash-bombs. and a few fruit, that will last me for about two days. I guess now I need to search for some fresh water." In the distance the steam of a small river began to rustle down the center of the forest. it would be the perfect spot, to find some system of water but of course. there would be more than one shinobi, partically more than himself. but he didn't worry on the fact, his foot began to inch in the other direction. torward the river, a small-slow pace walk took torward the water-system in the distant area.