The hours go by rather slowly, when traveling the world all by your lonesome. You also learn to entertain yourself without really doing anything, because simply thinking about your life would lead to severe depression.
At least, that was how Tsubasa felt. Whenever he let his thoughts wander, he realized that his life was painfully empty. Missions and random hook-ups aside, he had no life. No friends that he hung out with on his days of. No family that actually bothered to come see him.
He never complained. His mother had told him, when he was still very young, that there is always someone who is worse off. Obviously, this was the case for him, as well. He was rather well off, actually. He enough money to retire, should he so please. He was good-looking, to say the least. He was friendly and charming and generally very good at social interaction.

So what if his job required that he spent days on end with no one but himself? He was good company. Better company than most. Certainly better company than his mother had been. He never yelled for no reason, spewed insults like there was no tomorrow or threw things at other people. He also never broke down crying, blubbering about how terrible his life was and how he had lost everything. His mother had. Often.

Shaking his head clear of the troubling thoughts that began to surface, Tsubasa let out a small, quiet sigh. There really was no point in thinking too much about things. It would only do him harm. He was pretty sure that having too much time to think was what drew his mother over her edge and even if he was pretty sure he would never touch an alcoholic beverage in his life, he knew better than to believe himself to be stronger than her; he would just pick up another habit or addiction.

It was raining. Of course, that was to be expected, so close to the border of the Rain Country. He was still within Earth Country territory, but it would not be unusual for Rain, Grass or even Leaf or Sand ninja to be roaming these parts. He was heading towards the Wind Country, where he had been employed by some rich fellow or another in one of the smaller villages. He did not even know what for and he honestly could not care much less. The pay was good. He could live without the travel, though.
He was currently right smack dab in the middle between Earth, Stone and Rain. Traveling through the Stone Country was a bit longer, but with less risk of getting mauled by bandits. He quite liked his face the way it was.

Tsubasa paused mid-step as he felt a flare of chakra nearby; the flare that usually meant that someone was channeling for a technique. With the heavy rain, it was hard for him to see or hear if anyone was sneaking around. He was lucky to have a sixth sense.
Now that he was focusing on the world around him rather than his own thoughts, he could clearly feel the presence of five people, one of which either had ridiculously low reserves of chakra or was attempting to conceal his presence as he sneaked around on the cliffside to his left. Another one was straight ahead, roughly twenty feet away and was, just as Tsubasa had first assumed, channeling for a technique. The other three were on his right, supposedly hiding in the shrubbery there.

Drawing in a slow, steady breath, Tsubasa formed the seals necessary for his escape, molded his chakra and held it. He waited for just the right moment and as soon as he felt the release of molded chakra from the man in front of his, he released his own as well. Just as he sank into the ground below him, he saw a fireball hiss over his head before everything got dark.
Without his sensory skills, maneuvering around underground probably would have been much harder. As it was, he could easily “see” where his targets were and burrowed his way to the an that had tossed a fireball at him. Without really thinking about it, he reached a hand above the surface, snatched the man's ankle and drew him underground as well, with just his head sticking up. Even with dirt all around him, he could still hear the man yelling to his buddies for help. He was not planning on sticking around long enough to find out if they would.
He continued his journey below the surface for as long as he could, but after just about two minutes, he was already running out of lung capacity. He had gotten a good distance from his attackers by then.

Returning to the surface was always a blessing. His first few breaths instinctively came in desperate gasps, but he quickly calmed himself to take deep, steady breaths instead and wasted no time in hightailing like the pro he was. As soon as his legs would allow it, he was sprinting away from the scene of crime and towards his original goal of The Land of Wind. He had not gotten the title as The Coward by fighting bandits.