Can you hear the whispers?

He stood within the forests, amazed by the streaks of sunlight breaking through and leaving dappled patterns across the grass and leaves. He continued to travel, but he knew better than to travel with no protection. He had already weaved the seals required for his technique making him completely undetectable and invisible, and now he spent a little while traversing through the forest. After his last encounter with the locals, he didn't want to take any chances with being caught off guard.

It didn't take him long to decide where he was going to go, the mountains were there practically begging him to come and explore, and at this moment, he was glad he did. There were only so many pathways, this island had been so unexplored. But he did find a path, and then another, and then he found a place where no pathway existed, but he kept going. Farther and farther into the island's domain he traveled. Through his invisibility, he wore his bright robe tied at the waist, his long brown hair tied loosely in a ponytail, his ice blue eyes both scanned the horizon for danger, but appreciated it's beauty. His sandals didn't make a sound as every thing about him was concealed through the use of his own chakra, and now he simply prowled in the forest, looking for something, anything to catch his attention.

It was then that he saw her, she was more than just sheer beauty. She was someone that transcended the very word. A small frame lying on top of the rock, surrounded by a glow from the sunshine. It seemed to perfectly reflect off of her pale skin, her blue hair fallen across the rock in perfect formation. He couldn't help it, he was stunned. If it wasn't for his Dustless cover surrounding him, he would surely have been caught gawking, but this was an unexpected sight that he was sure very few had the chance to witness. He thought to himself for a moment, and he knew what he had to do.

He knelt down about ten meters away from the woman, and he hurriedly began drawing in his journal. Like a mad man possessed his pencil struck across the face of his journal, which thankfully he was holding both of the items so they were also covered with his jutsu. After a few minutes, he had his sketch done, and he was proud of his work. "What is wrong with me?" he thought to himself. He wiped sweat from his forehead, shook his head to snap himself out of it. He stood back up, and he released his jutsu, showing the rest of his body. "Hello there." He would say in his cheery way that he only knew how. He would bow before her where he stood, not wishing to intrude on her space. He would wait for a response before coming any closer.

As he revealed himself, the woman stirred. He did his best to focus on the conversation without letting his mind wander too far from reality. Her voice rang through the air between them, music to his ears. A playful melody that beckoned those who heard it, like a siren among the waves washed ashore. Most likely, an awkward amount of time later, he would realize that he hadn't said anything; he would stammer and respond, "Oh O - Of course," He began, "You don't recognize me because I am new here. I've only been here a few days. I was fascinated by this place on the maps I had seen, and my spirit beckoned me to explore the world and learn its secrets, the legends that it could tell, the marvels it held."

He would bow, "My name is Ren Kurosawa. I am eternally at your service," He would look up to her with a warm smile, still bowing, "Truly, my pleasure." He would stand up and allow the woman to speak back to him. He wanted to say more, but he wasn't sure why he wanted to say more; even now, he was rambling in his mind. "Shut up, Ren. Focus." He would think to himself as he waited.

WC: 201

The woman asked more questions, and spoke words that revealed there was more to this woman than a beauty in the forest. To Ren, she seemed to know a lot more than he originally thought. His time in the village had given him some insight on the fact that this island held many secrets, many legends that he was dying to uncover. He wanted to bridge this gap between his world and this one, and he believed that this woman could be the very material to build that bridge.

"No I am not from the island whatsoever. I have been a wandering minstrel my whole life. I go from place to place and I learn secrets, and then I write them down, make songs about them, live through some of the legends myself, I just love the world and all of its inhabitants. so I try to immortalize them through my music and poetry, sometimes in my drawings. Speaking of," He showed the woman his journal, showing her a beautifully sketched picture of her lying on the rock. "I hope that wasn't to forward, but when I see beauty, I feel compelled to sketch it. You can have this if you would like, if not I will keep it safe." He would smile.

She introduced herself as Powder, a name that Ren thought was beautiful. "I love your name Powder," He would bow, "It is a pleasure to meet you, truly." He would stand up and respond, "I do truly hope the secrets find their way to me. This place has proven to be a treasure trove full of wonder and beauty. I want nothing more than to exemplify it and rejoice in its grace. But tell me, tell me more about you." He would kneel down, "While you speak, would you mind if I sketched you once more? The light is perfect and it would be an honor to have you in my books." He would of course understand if she rejected, but he felt compelled to draw this gorgeous scene.

WC: 342

She spoke with such a tone, she moved with such a grace. This woman was incredible. Ren was fascinated by her every movement, the mystery that seemed to etch into every fiber of her being. She truly had a means to catch those unknowing, into a trance of desire and a wish to unravel her secrets.

She said that his name held a special place as well, something that Ren didn't quite understand. "What is she speaking of? How does it hold a special place? Why am I so intrigued with this woman? What is it about her that draws me in?" He would think to himself as she spoke. Her demeanor would shift ever so slightly, somewhat bashful was she.

He could think of the stories that he had heard years ago of the sirens. The beautiful sea witches that would draw sailors in to their deaths, and for some reason, through some means, he felt himself being drug in closer to this woman, for sheer mystery alone.

She would mention the idea of them meeting once more, a thought that had only crossed his mind a few dozen times in the time that they had been speaking. He would nod his head, his outward appearance showing an interest, but not completely attached to the situation as he truly was. "I would love to meet with you again. You seem to have a quality that makes you exceedingly interesting; I hope you know that about yourself. You may not be able to unravel the intricacies of yourself, but you are completely adept at breathing intrigue with every movement of your body."

He would kneel down and begin to sketch once more, creating a likeness that would not truly give this woman justice, as something so beautiful can only be done so well, the perfected lines of her body and face are something only the most skilled artists would be able to reimagine through this medium. While he continued to carve into his paper her likeness, she would speak once more with her gaze towards the sky above, and not upon himself, something he was thankful for as he didn't think he could work with such pressure.

She spoke of this island being her home for as long as she can remember, and that that is the extent of what she could share about herself at the time. He would continue to draw and he would respond to the woman sitting upon the rock, with the beautiful name of Powder.

"Yes, I do like to think that I carry the melodies to life, but for the most part, my music is used for entertainment and sometimes for the pleasure of different types. I can generate illusions with my music, and there are times, when others wish to escape this reality and go into something completely different, I perform for them my music and bring their minds to a different place entirely." He would finish his drawing, stand up and sit next to her on the rock, "I would love to show you sometime. When you feel more comfortable, of course."

He would pull out his flute, and he would offer it to her, seeing if she would find any interest in holding something that he held so dear. "If you would like, you can try and play it." He would smile and speak with a calm and inviting tone, slightly hushed to match her own volume.

WC: 576
TWC: 1604

After a few hours of them being together, he would bid her a farewell. He would attempt to kiss her hand if she would let him, and thank her for her time. He would then pack his things and leave as soon as he could. He knew there was so much to explore out in the world, and meeting this woman was one of those many beautiful things to find.

WC: 70
EXIT
TWC: 1674

Claims:
+16 Vigor for Sakoshi
+1674 towards Beloved Presence (1674/2000) For Sakoshi