Even with the snake having vanished in his hole, Heihachi was still determined to hit the snake if he was even still there. The wave arched the span of the room and grew to a devastating size. And on top was one old hermit of a man. He rode the wave as if it were his horse crashing against all of the warehouse tearing it asunder. The warehouse was more of a watery cemetery now. Luckily for them they were a far off ways enough to cloak the village from seeing or hearing the match going on. Some people on the outskirts of town might get their feet wet, but at least some trees could grow out of all this water. Heihachi cracked his neck walking out of the shadows of the rubble while spinning his arm. “Where are you snake?”

His ears heightened along with his tentacles when he heard the snake’s voice. Apparently the fight was all for show and he had just been scouting his abilities to see if the man behind the legend was indeed worthy of the praise. Heihachi scoffed and turned off his sage mode, the long vertical streaks through his eyes faded, and his pupils had changed from their oval shape and deep blue back to their grey round shaped. Privacy wasn’t one of Heihachi’s forte’s but he knew this snaked wanted it, and he had gone a longs way to get it. Should he follow him again? Heihachi was still rearing with energy and power, but he would be no match if he led him into an ambush with even more ninja akin to this snake. His trust was shaky like the foundations of the warehouse that has just collapsed, that was, until he spoke of tonight’s events about to go down. How could an outsider know of such things? Curious and intrigued by the new generation of Shinobi; Heihachi nodded and flaked his shirt before following once more. 

Heihachi darted off behind the snake keeping track of his now revealed chakra trail.