Knock Knock!

Yuuka bowed, his face blank, as he stepped into the house, feeling decidedly awkward. This was the first time he could remember that he had been invited in and it hadn't been because the person had to because of some complex social reason. “I would believe it to be?” He stated as he toed off his sandals, although it came out a great deal more like a question.



Oh, yay, he was near the Kazekage’s kid. Hopefully he didn't do anything to offend the kid, because he did not want the leader of the village any more against him than he might already be. “Kaa-san said that to tell you that the order placed for Shinpo would take a little longer because the dye needed to set.” He informed her, eyeing the gloves she was donning, wondering what she was doing that required them

Yuuka relaxed somewhat at the woman’s explanation of what the gloves were for, and rather than take the seat, he nodded as he opened the box, taking out the kimono. He unfolded it and held it up, showing the kimono to the her. The kimono was two layered, with the first layer being semi transparent, the image of a violet waterfall cascading down it, which combined with the blue layer beneath, gave the impression of the water actually cascading, an illusion that would be more apparent when the wearer moved. The plants around the base of the water fall, less see through than the water, were also given the illusion of movement, almost seeming to be rustled by wind. He held it up long enough for the woman to see if, before folding it back up and placing it on the table.



“Kaa-san said to tell you that it should hold up, as in not tear, even if you had to watch Shinpo while wearing it.” He mumbled, shifting his weight. “But she said she couldn’t guarantee the pattern would survive that.”

He smiled at bit at how much Taki seemed to like the kimono- people could say what they wanted about him, but they really loved him mother’s sewing. He blinked at the offer, once again put off by the fact this woman seemed to ignore what basically the entire rest of the clan seemed incapable of.

He started to open his mouth to ask why? but what came out, instead, was, “Do you have anything cold to drink?” He sighed mentally at his brain refusing to say what he wanted, looking away from Taki as he bit his lip. He would have to try again, it seemed.

He cleared his throat. “Actually, more than that, I have a question. You... Seem to be overlooking something that most of the clan seems to hold against me. May I ask why?” He asked, tracing a pattern in the swirls and whirls of the wood table. He refused to admit that his voice sounded at all sad, or pleading rather than questioning.

Yuuka stared at Taki, wide-eyed at her speech, which was the first time someone had defended the circumstances around his birth, at least to his face. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, scrambling for something to say to that, the end result being a weak sounding, “Oh.”

He took the glass of water blankly sipping it before setting it on the table. He blinked, realizing his vision had blurred somewhat, and scrubbed at his eyes embarrassed by the fact he had evidently been about to cry of all things! Even if this person seemed to make an exception, the last thing he needed was to start crying around people. She had literally just met him, and while she obviously knew his mother at least casually, that couldn’t be the sole reason she would speak as passionately as she had on the matter. He wondered how serious the woman was about her unstated, but implied statement of ‘correcting’ anyone who thought otherwise.

He cleared his throat, looking away, scrambling for a change in subject, the first thing that came to mind being, “What does the metal in your gloves do?"

Gloves as a sealing medium? That was interesting. With something like that, she would, theoretically, be able to place seals on the body in the middle of combat, and the person would likely not know unless the effects became obvious. “So... The seals are formed by how you manipulate the shape of your chakra against the metal? Or does it work somehow else? Would you be able to make an effect like that with other elements?” He asked rapidly, relieved that the subject was something that he was decent with, and that was less likely to result in him embarrassing himself.



“Like.. Could you use Earth to strengthen the impact of your strikes? Or to shatter metal?” He asked, standing up to eye the flame from a respectable distance- blue was one of the hottest kinds of fire, and he did not want to get too close to it. “Can you use them to leave seals on people? If so, are they visible, or are they invisible without some sort of ability to see chakra?”

He tilted his head at the barrier, prodding the seal first, only mildly surprised when his finger met resistance. Yuuka tapped the seal harder, before punching the seal, not hard enough to do any harm to himself when his hand impacted the seal. “Does it absorb the energy? Or is it dispersed into the surrounding air? Does it absorb chakra?”



He rapped his knuckle on the seal one last time, noting the faint sense of... Something with the contact. He was... Well, relieved, to find someone that saw more use in seals than just storing things and making things go boom, let alone someone who was willing to talk shop with him about them.