He was a very busy man. Indeed he was, but even his duties would not prevent him from going on lonesome missions and getting his hands dirty a little bit. He pondered upon the fact of having an assistant to handle the scheduled meetings and a secretary to deal with the paperwork while he was out doing his little thing. Why had he not thought of such before? He sighed to himself from the simple thought that buzzed around his membrane and cursed at himself in a lone tone; almost the sound of a whisper as he got up from his chair and looked out the window. His terrain - literally - was filled with rocky mountains and the hot sun blazing it all. His attire was fairly simple: white, long-sleeved sweatshirt hoodie with the hood up, a small black crew neck under the sweatshirt hoodie, white pants with a black cloth hanging from halfway up his stomach to his knees along with a white rope belt around his waist, tied in a bow, and white tabi boots which are traditional split-toe Japanese socks. Since being a Hyūga, the male's eyes were featureless all white. The bottom half of his entire face was concealed with a white bandaged mask. It was noted by others that he had canine teeth under there ever since he was little. He never heard that before. He was what he was called, the Urban Assassin, the White Crow Menace, and other aliases that people had called him. The thought of it all had blinded his true vision of realizing that he appointed himself a small handle for an okay price as he called it in his eyes.

He really needed a small vacation from all of the paperwork and mission assigning and creating. It was giving him a sincere major headache. All of the paperwork was done and nobody was coming to him for anything. It seemed that everything was quietly going smooth for a change. It was time for a little training. He hadn't been to the Training Grounds in a long time, and it was time for him to brush up on all of his skills at the most. Walking out of his office, his body dematerialized into a flock of crows as the crows had soared out of numerous hallways and to the outside world of Iwagakure. He loved his contract with the crows. It had made him for versatile in all aspects. He started to the East of the village to find the perfect training. He was greeted and respect by all citizens and shinobi, therefore no casualties would be committed on his watch today.

He had found the training grounds that he was looking for. It was recently called The Pit, and still is called that now. It's scale of rocks of all sizes made it challenging for shinobi to climb to the top just to train there since the crater was located in the dead center of the small through large towers of rock logs with flat surfaces. Fortunately, that was not a problem for the Tsuchikage. His body had dematerialized into a flock of crows once again as the crows flew to the very top of the training grounds and landed at the center of the training grounds. The flock of crows had materialized back into Aigo's physical form, taking the appearance of him with his arms folded once again.

It was time for some peace and quiet, and hopefully time to himself to get his training done in a very long period of time.

The air in Iwagakure was soothing enough for him to meditate and relax; keeping his mind away from the Tsuchikage business for a little bit and having a little 'me' time. The wind had blown to the North, mainly North Western direction, away from him. The wind, however, was calm and cool as the sun blazed down on Iwagakure, but keeping a cool breeze as well. The Tsuchikage had on his all white clothing: White hoodie with the hood up that covered his head, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing his forearms. White mask to shield his appearance, only leaving his eyes seen. Under his hoodie was his a regular white shirt. His bottom attire consists of white cargo pants with black straps on the thigh and shin area along with white tabi, but the tabi had the appearance of urban sneakers with laces while the look of the tabi was still a Japanese split-sock. He kept his sword, Siriyu, strapped on his back vertically on his right backside to where it was located on the shoulder blade on his back. The breeze from the wind was soothing to him, keeping him calm and in connection with the wind, even though he did not have Wind Release as an element. He felt one with the wind and nothing could interrupt him.

Until he felt a chakra signature in his direction, or better yet, in his presence. It was a strong chakra signature, somewhat able to match his in a way. Then, a voice spoke. The tone of the voice was beautiful and soothing like the wind itself, even if it did pose as a question to Aigo. He did not feel the need to activate his Byakugan for it would be useless to waste insufficient chakra on just looking behind him. Turning his body around toward his left side, his eye had caught wind of a very unfamiliar person that had called his name. It was a female of course, but with strange clothing; clothing that was somewhat unfamiliar in Iwagakure. Her voice tone was light like a melody, of angels singing from the heavens or some spiritual crap. She wasn't that far from his appearance, so she was of a good distance for him to simply dash over to with little notice. "Tsuchikage-sama?"

That was what she said, or so he heard her say. He wanted to answer her, but before he could even do so, another chakra signature had made its appearance. Unfortunately, it was a terrible appearance. A figure supposedly dropping from the sky had landed on the rock, addressing the two shinobi in the process. That chakra signature was fairly strong, but weak in compared to both Aigo and the newcomer. Aigo had never seen a person like this before, but he did remember of a more recent clan moving in days ago. This person right here was referred to as the "Silver Yokai" or something of that manner. Aigo was not really good with remembering nicknames in the slightest. As the other person made his appearance, Aigo did not move a muscle as he kept his arms folded on his chest as his featureless eyes shifted its blinking gaze along from the three people as he quickly turned his back and closed his eyes, going back into a a meditation sequence. Not until the male himself had something to say about the little altercation from when he jumped from the sky.

His words were as followed. " Greetings you two...what brings such interesting characters out on a night like this,"

Couldn't Aigo just have one day, just one day without no one talking at all? It seems that was hard to even come around too. Might as well interact with these two just to past the time. First, was the strange lady that had came first. She had called his name and was waiting for a response. "That is me. May I ask, who you might be?" A simple question. Now it was time for the little warrior to at least see what he had today. He sighed as he walked to the edge of the battle field and halted himself at the moment. He looked at the newcomer and saw of the pointy ears, grey-colored skin and the attire as well. This was something new to Aigo altogether.

His mouth had opened to speak to the newcomer. His voice was raspy and dark with a deep tone attached to it. He kept his words quiet and to the point. "...And you are?" He waited patiently for some answers out of the two. This was supposed to be his day off, and nobody is going to sabotage that. Not on his watch.