The night was dark, the stars shined bright, the windows of residences glowed with bright lights that flashed out. It had fallen dark, however Killian liked the darkness. He preferred to roam the streets at nightfall, where there was very little activity. In fact, he could even be considered nocturnal. He had slept in a lot more during the morning and afternoon, and carried out his training and activities during night. Many argue it's a bad idea because he could be ambushed or attacked any moment, but he could care less. He was idle, looking up into the sky, paralyzed by the wonderful view of the night. He reminisced in flashbacks of when he used to live his life out on the oceans. Now, he was always on land, that's it. No more sailing the pretty seas.
Killian stretched himself out, and jumped up and sat down on the edge of a house's rooftop. He yawned, and stared at the overview of the village. It was a pretty view, he could admit, but he still wanted to live his days out on water. It was where he grew up, where he was taught, and though the bad memories would seem to float above himself, he tends to forget about it, and think of all the good memories he managed to make. He cherished every moment, and as much as there was negativity in his life, he balanced it out with the good.
He furrowed his eyebrows as he felt a unusual cool breeze flow by, where it didn't exactly fit into the current weather he had already experienced a couple moments ago. He spun his head around to see if anything changed, and quite frankly, Killian couldn't sense any enemy chakra, or anything at all. 'Perhaps it was just a special breeze.' He turned back and cursed under his breath over the odd feeling he could sense.
"If it was a person, I don't comprehend the point of hiding, unless they are a spy," he mumbled, his gaze fixated on the view of the village.
