Once Takara made it out Kenta had put on a cloak and pulled the hood over his head. Hearing her come out he looked back at her, "I don't have any secrets, just things I decide to keep to myself. But if you wanna know something then you can just ask," he said as he gave her a weak smile before he turned away and began walking. He walked into the woods, not exactly sure where he was headed though, but he needed some air. He continued walking for a bit, listening to the cracks of leaves under his foot....Until he realized some of them weren't his, nor were they from Takara. He stopped immediately and put his hand on the handle of his Zanpakuto, half drawing it. No one would go near the hideout unless they were looking for a fight....But that's when he remembered that he'd been walking a while and must have traveled a long ways away from the hideout. He slowly walked in the direction from where he heard the noise with his hand still on the handle of his half-sheathed Zanpakuto. He then noticed a figure heading towards him in which his eyes widened, she probably couldn't see who he was due to the hood though. He let his Zanpakuto escape his grip causing it to quickly slip down the sheath with a small clanking noise. He quickly walked up to the figure, tossing his hood back once he got close and not giving her a chance to react as he pulled her into a tight hug, "Rio!" he said in a quavery voice as his eyes teared up.