Nayta Zellk - [b][color=orange]The Orange Devil[/color][/b]

Was he being scrutinized by a boy with dark eyes? It seemed that way but did he care enough to respond in kind. Even if he did, he wouldn't have thought much of him. He looked like a he was a willing pawn in this village's hand, some chess piece to be moved. A sigh escaped him as he gave himself another smack to the ear, his unnerving expression unchanged.

A cloud drifted between the sun and roof, covering them in a thin shadow as Nayta crouched down onto the balls of his feet and twirled circles into the hard floor. 

"I excel at everything unfortunately and I don't have many faults. A bit creepy, yes, but my skills are rather  amazing," he said, keeping his eyes to the floor. "I fail at nothing. Anything I decide to do I do. I completely destroy it until only dust is left. I... would like to learn more about this world and all the powerful ninjas in it. And," His gaze suddenly shifted towards Netsu, a grin spreading on his face at the thought of battling a strong opponent.  

"...Never mind."