A explosion sounded out and Kisame opened his eyes. He was meditating, and this was quite an interruption. He shakes his head while thinking [i]What are those kids doing now that could involve an explosion?[/i] He gets up, picking up his bow and pulling his mask on. "There had better be a good explanation for this, I swear. These young ninja blowing up the landscape." He walks to the door, and exits the small shack he now called home. He never went far from the village, since it was a good town. He used it to trade in pelts for yen, and thus buy supplies you can't make yourself. Mostly the staples like wheat and salt. He smiled looking back to the days when he lived in the village. It felt so long ago, yet he could remember it like it was yesterday. [i]sometimes I wonder if I'm just growing old.[/i] It was always a pleasure to walk through the woods. The air was fresh and had a hint of pine floating on it. He waits in the woods to see if something was going on at the gates, and saw nothing yet. He crouched and took his bow out to see what happened. An explosion never meant you would be welcomed with smiles.