Kifu took the morning quiet, the time after the daily chores were assigned to each and every one of the Tribesmembers, to meditate on her rock. Before she had made her position as Head Huntstress in the Air Tribe, she was expected to carry out her duties, just like every one of the men and women that Kifu had recently sent out to do. However, now that she was the only Head Tribesmember of anything anymore, she was expected to stay put within the boundaries of the camp for the most part. She was to address problems and find solutions to everyday conundrums. Of course, some problems others found around the Air Tribe's romping grounds were far from run of the mill kind of problems.

"Kifu!" a man screeched. Kifu had picked up on his rushed footsteps up the path to the Air Tribe camp far before he called her name.

The man coming up the trail was one of the men assigned to sheep duty for the day. That was, keep the herd of sheep together and away from harm. Predators such as coyotes and even raccoons liked to periodically bother the flock, and someone had to keep a proper eye on the animals to make sure nothing happened to them. The Air Tribe depended greatly upon those animals.

Kifu cracked open an eye at the winded man, whom had scrambled to a halt in front of her rock. Even sitting, the rock gave Kifu a height advantage over the man. He wasn't particularly short, and probably stood a couple inches taller than Kifu with both of their feet firmly on the ground. He was a little portly, but maintained good muscle mass. He always kept his hair shaved as close to his skin as possible, and Kifu actually forgot what color hair he did have.

"Baku," Kifu acknowledged casually. Eljah, Kifu's unofficial second in command, looked up from her work to study the scene unfolding before her.

"Kifu," Baku repeated, a little breathless. "Intruders. They look like they belong to no Tribe."

This piqued Kifu's interest. "Really? What have you done with them?"

"Roicho is watching them. You need to hurry. I don't think they'll stick around long if they don't want to."

Kifu unfolded her feet beneath her and leaned forward. "Why is that?"

"They have a kind of dangerous air about them," Baku explained. "Kinda like you."

Kifu didn't take offense to his comment. She was well aware of her reputation within the Air Tribe, but was glad when people approached her for help. Though it was her job to ensure things went smoothly within the Air Tribe, some people plain avoided her at all costs. "How many?" she asked. Using her arms to push herself forward, she jumped down off the rock in one smooth movement. It was about waist height, so it wasn't that far of a drop to the ground.

"Two. Both men. One is about my height, the other even taller."

Kifu nodded. "Big men don't scare me," she said. Not to put on a brave face, but simply to point out a fact. She'd gotten over those kind of issues years back. "Eljah," she called. Eljah, who was trying to pay attention to her work, albeit unsuccessfully, looked up. "When Takki awakes, tell him to go through a workout sequence. Five sequences will do."

"You're far too easy on the kid, Keef," Eljah replied.

"Yeah?" Walking quickly, she crossed the main camp to her personal shelter. Ducking inside, she grabbed her staff and the arm guards she kept only for fights against those she didn't know. Her knife, Dragon, was always strapped to her side.

Turning, Kifu caught sight of Eljah nodding vigorously. "Yeah! Why you always let him sleep in while the rest of us gotta work our tails off before the sun even rises?"

"Because I need my peace," Kifu replied. "And because he'll make a lousy hunter."

"I ain't a hunter, yet I'm held to the same standard," Eljah argued stubbornly.

"Why don't you remind me about this conversation later?" Kifu suggested. "I have two tall, strange men to deal with."

Baku sighed. Kifu had a suspicion that he didn't think she was taking him seriously. It was completely false, otherwise she would have left her weapon and guards behind.

"Show me where they are," Kifu instructed to Baku. "Quickly."

Baku nodded once and took off at top speed down the mountain path. Kifu held the staff firmly under one of her arms as she followed, putting on the arm guards as she ran. It made her gait a little awkward, but she still didn't have a problem keeping up with Baku in front of her. She had both arm guards on before they had made it off the rocky part of the mountain. As soon as the grass started taking hold on the rocks, Kifu had her staff in hand rather than thrown under an arm, and her full concentration was to running.

Roicho and the two men he was watching weren't far off. Kifu caught sight of them fairly quickly after reaching the grass, and left Baku behind to meet them. She slowed down once she could make their features, partially to catch her breath before she had to speak to them.

Both men kneeled on the ground in wait. Roicho and Baku had probably instructed they do such a thing. Roicho was faster than Baku, but these men both looked like they'd be a match. Baku wasn't joking.

The closer man had a fluffy pile of silvered hair on top of his head. The side of his face closest to Kifu was completely covered in dark blue fabric, but Kifu could see that his other eye was exposed. A headband, much like the one Kifu wore on her own head, obscured the closer eye. He also had fabric pulled up over his face and nose. He wore a green vest, but otherwise his clothes were all a dark blue. His lower legs were wrapped in white fabric, and he wore a very sturdy pair of sandals on his feet. Kifu didn't get much off reading him, but it wasn't surprising considering how little of his face was showing.

The other man had a mane of almost unkempt auburn hair on his head. He had black fabric over his forehead, like a headband, but it connected to more fabric that framed his face. He wore a long, brown coat over top a pink shirt and black and pink leggings. His boots rose up to his knees and looked almost metallic. He kept his face down, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his own body.

Kifu stepped up to where Roicho had been watching them. Roicho went to Baku's side, closer to the sheep than the strangers. Standing as straight as she could muster, Kifu looked down at the men's kneeling postures. "My name is Kifu, Head Huntstress of the Air Tribe. May I ask what you're doing on Tribe territory?"

Surprisingly, the man was his eyes pointedly averted spoke first. He didn't lift his head for eye contact, but his voice was still clear. "M'name's Remy. Remy LeBeau. I can' tell you why I'm here, but paint me as confused as you, chere. I a man a da city, an' this ain't no city 'round here."

Kifu squinted at his heavy accent, but she figured she could make out most of his words. "I don't know what that means," she said flatly.

"I'm sayin', is like I been dropped here like God's playin' some funny joke," Remy said. "I don' know why I'm here."

Kifu pursed her lips, and then turned her gaze onto the other man. "And you?" The way Remy spoke, he certainly wasn't speaking for the both of them.

The silver haired man lifted his eye a little, but not enough to make eye contact. Subservient. Remy was acting like he was hiding something, but this man was being respectful. "I'm Kakashi Hatake. I, also, do not know why I'm here. This isn't my world."

"How do you mean, this isn't your world?" Kifu asked.

"The energy is different," Kakashi explained.

Kifu frowned, but not because she didn't understand what Kakashi was explaining. She felt she could feel energies around her, thanks to her meditation and efforts to expand her awareness through it. Kakashi made a lot more sense than Remy did.

"My men over there say you two are dangerous. Is that true?" Kifu asked.

Remy immediately chuckled. "Not ta you, ma chere." Kifu wanted to smack him with her staff, and actually found herself twitch to do so. It took conscious thought to stop the movement.

Before Kakashi could say a word, Kifu barked, "You call me pet names or make a single move for me, I'll have your back on the ground in a second, understand?" Her reaction was less voluntary than thought out, and she almost regretted the loss of control. Something about the way he said those words, the tone in his voice, set off bad memories Kifu would never be able to live without.

Remy's body stiffened for a split second. Then, finally taking his eyes off the ground, he lifted his head to meet her eyes with his own. Kifu took a step backwards in shock. His eyes were black where eyes were normally white, the colored portion a bright red. "Now, wit'out pokin' fun at da way I talk, understand dat I don't make a move where not invited. Comprenez-vous?"

Kakashi studied Kifu with a lazy, but critical eye. Kifu, composing herself again, returned the scrutinizing look. "And are you dangerous?"

"Is that the best question you can ask of strangers in your territory?" Kakashi instead asked of her. "You should assume everyone is unpredictable and potential hazard to your Tribe."

Kifu didn't reply right away, but continued watching his face for signs of emotion. Well, his eye for signs of emotion. "You've been broken and then asked to protect," she observed quietly. Kakashi's eye widened. Briefly. "Yes, I think I have my answer."

Motioning with the hand not holding her staff, Kifu said, "Stand. Understand that the Air Tribe will take you in, but we cannot figure out how to get you home. Betray our trust and leave the Tribe without a chaperone, and I will personally track you down and kill you."

"Lil' strict on da rules, der?" Remy asked. He stood smoothly and brushed off his coat as if it was dirty.

"No," Kifu said firmly. "You two aren't special in the sense that we're giving you special treatment. Our Tribe survives by admitting new members. Those that can't offer their loyalties are executed to protect ourselves. If you don't like our rules, I will kill you now." She set her hand on the knife perched on her hip. "Which will it be, Remy LeBeau?"

He threw a smile down at her. Kifu was used to dealing with pre-teens with this type of speech, and was a little annoyed at Remy's nonchalance at her threats. Younger audiences complied because they felt they had to. Kifu wasn't sure if Remy wasn't taking her seriously because he didn't think she was threatening, or if it was because he was skillful enough that he knew he could take her on. "Peace, Kifu," he said. "I'll follow da rules fer now."

"For as long as you live in the Air Tribe," Kifu corrected him with narrowed eyes. "Our existence is a secret, for the most part. If you don't follow the rules, I will kill you to protect us."

"A lot of people tried killin' me, chere," Remy said, his tone serious for once. "No one succeeded."

"Don't make it necessary," Kifu said back to him. She clenched her jaw out of frustration. She really hated the cocky ones. Not only did they spring up bad memories, but they were simply annoying to deal with.

"While I agree the rules are a little, ah, extreme, I do understand their importance," Kakashi finally chimed in. "You have my full compliance."

Kifu bowed her head lightly in his direction. "Thank-you."

Kakashi stood at her acknowledgement, but not to his full, straight height. He carried himself in a way that he exuded a noncommittal energy, but Kifu was sure that couldn't have been the case. Both of these men were indeed dangerous, and it was now up to her to make sure they didn't cause a blood bath for her Tribe.

Kifu turned to lead the men back to the camp. Baku, however, caught her attention before she completely turned away. Kifu paused and nodded for him to speak.

"Is that wise?" he asked simply. His eyes darted nervously between the two strangers.

"Is what wise?" Kifu asked in reply. She knew exactly what he wanted to know, but she needed him to properly speak his mind rather than avoid the true question on his mind.

Baku swallowed. "Is it wise bringing them to our camp? Our home?" Roicho nodded subtly beside him. He agreed with the sentiment.

Kifu glanced over to the two strangers before returning her gaze to Baku. "They had the same choice as everyone else we come across. They chose to join us than die to protect our secret."

"Lousy choice," Remy mumbled beside her. Kifu did not acknowledge him.

"Outside of the Tribe's territory, we wouldn't have to worry. We'd pass by them without them knowing who we are. It's a little more difficult keeping up the image of vacant land when people inhabit it and tend sheep," Kifu explained. "We don't kill for the sake of killing, Baku. We preserve life if we can."

"Is it really that easy to join the Tribe?" Roicho asked.

"So long as I hold my position as Head Huntstress," Kifu said flatly, "yes. I appreciate your concerns, but I will take full responsibility for these two, as I have for anyone I brought to the Air Tribe. As Taya and Jiogi took responsibility for me when they brought me to the Air Tribe. I will talk with Neto when we reach the camp."

"But weren't you young when you joined?" Baku asked.

"I was twelve," Kifu confirmed. "Seventeen years is not long enough for me to forget." Baku and Roicho were younger than Kifu. They'd joined in the little bit of peace the Tribes experienced before the big war against the organization looking to overthrow all four Tribes. Kifu's life hadn't been so peaceful, but that had been her own fault. Like most new recruits, they'd been eight and eleven respectively when they'd been found.

"I didn't think we allowed adults to join."

"We don't discriminate," Kifu said simply. "I unfortunately don't have time to deal with your objections. You may talk to Neto after you've been relieved from your shifts." She hesitated for a moment. "It would be wise for you two to keep from voicing objections against the existence of others so loudly. Neto, Būks, and I have no problem smoothing over issues, but bringing loud attention to personal concerns can bring you unwanted attention later. I'm sure you know where I'm coming from on this one," she added.

Baku threw Roicho a confused glance, but Roicho's expression switched a mild sense of alarm. Roicho knew of at least once incident Kifu hinted at. Kifu nodded once, and finally turned away.

"Remy LeBeau, Kakashi Hatake, please follow me."

"You run a funny show, Kifu," Remy commented as soon as they walked out of earshot from Baku and Roicho.

Kifu walked a few paces ahead of Remy, and Kakashi brought up the rear, offset to the side. Kifu turned her head to look over her shoulder at the tall man. "I don't understand most of what you say," she said without much enthusiasm. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want everyt'in' brushed under da rug, or not? I can' tell who you protectin' back der."

Kifu squinted as she mentally sorted through his words. "Brushed under the rug?" she opted in asking.

"It's a phrase we use."

"It's a dumb phrase," Kifu commented. "Say what you mean."

Remy hesitated for a moment. "You're a literal one," he finally observed. Kifu said nothing. "What I mean is, were you tryin'a protect Ka … kakakshii?"

"Kakashi," the man corrected patiently.

"Kakashi," Remy repeated slowly. "Alright. You tryin'a protect me an' Kakashi, yourself, or dem blokes back der? Why you tellin' 'em ta hush-hush?"

Kifu returned her attention back to the path in front of her, rather than the men behind her. "I'm telling them to stay quiet for their own sakes," she explained. "Not to breed conflict, not to protect anyone, per say. Resentment and blatant displays of distrust don't typically lead to a very rational end in my experience. I'd rather talk with them, have them talk to you, and we sort everything out peacefully. Baku and Roicho talking about you two the way they did, through me and not through you, can lead to hurt feelings and misunderstandings. I don't want you to resent them for their words."

She turned completely, facing them as she walked backwards. "I also want you two to understand that, while you are not immediately full-fledged members of the Air Tribe, you are completely welcome in the Tribe. People may question my judgment, but I do ask that you give them no reason to be vindicated."

Remy studied her. Kakashi appeared to be taking in his surroundings. Kifu had a feeling he heard and was sorting through every word she said. "You are awfully acceptin'," Remy said softly. "Even considerin' –" He gestured to his face. His eyes. His strange red on black eyes.

Kifu nodded once. "I have no reason to be accepting. Your appearance means nothing, if that's what you mean. I, personally, and the Tribe as a whole, has been betrayed many times within my lifetime. I ask, as I said before, that you don't make me look the fool and betray my trust in you. You two aren't even of this world. We're giving you a home."

Remy frowned.

"You mentioned that your Tribe exists by admitting new people from outside of the Tribe?" Kakashi asked.

"Yes," Kifu answered.

"Yet your existence is secret."

"Yes."

"I don't expect very many people drop by like the two of us," Kakashi guessed.

"No."

"Why do you not form a clan, and continue life in close circuit?"

Kifu turned to face front again at this question. She wasn't sure why it made her uncomfortable. "We are partially scavengers. Every now and again we find someone along our way that may want a different life. I did." Kifu didn't know exactly why the Tribes functioned as they did. The story was that the way the Tribes brought in people was how they were founded, and was how they would stay.

"'S kinda how da place I came from worked, too," Remy said. "We were all branded as outcasts from main society, an' a guy named Xavier took us all in under his roof. Different circumstances, t'ough."

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully under his mask. "I came from a village that was very particular about who could stay and enter," he said. "It was made of many clans that made their own family rules. We weren't a secret village, and accepted commissions from people outside of our village to stay prosperous."

"As far as I know, not a single village outside of the Tribes function as we do," Kifu said. "At least, none that I have come across. My home village was formed by a clan. I didn't feel at home there."

"How you know you not jus' sayin' dat?" Remy asked.

"I am 'just saying that.' It's how I feel."

"You don't t'ink da Tribe jus' brainwashed you?"

"Does it matter? I'm happy."

"Oh?" Remy sounded surprised at this. "You ain't smilin' much."

"I owe no one else my happiness," Kifu said. She sighed. "This isn't exactly the best topic we can talk about, okay? Conversation isn't my strength, and I'd rather not scare you two away from me or the Air Tribe."

"Nah, you don' scare me," Remy said with a smirk. "Though it be might' interestin' ta see how well you do track, n'est-ce pas?"

Kifu squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to compose herself. "You're threatening to run? There's better ways to test my skills." She threw a look over her shoulder, grabbing his eyes with her own. "But I do ask that you don't."

"What? Ya shovin' smoke up my ass?"

"I don't have any patience to test," she warned him in a tight voice. She was almost regretting having a witness if she ended up killing Remy instead of starting him through the process of getting accepted into the Tribes. She took a few deep breaths. Remy remained quiet instead of further testing her.

"I promise I'll teach and show you everything you wish to know if we don't die before that point. We don't jump into teaching new Tribesmembers skills such as tracking, hunting, or self-defense until we've taught a firm understanding of the Tribe. But I do know we're going to have to treat you two a little differently than our normal Tribeslings. I don't know what your skill sets are, but they're far superior to a twelve year-old's."

Kifu could feel Remy smirking from behind her. "You t'ink I need taught anyt'in', chasseuse?"

Kifu gritted her teeth. "I don't know," she clarified and turned her head to look at him again. "I don't know anything about you. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself, Remy?" She tried to paste on a sweeter voice to cover up her frustration, but failed miserably.

"Nah, hard pass."

"You've already claimed that I won't be able to kill you and you want to see if a hunter can track you down. You have some skill."

"Looks like you know enough about me, chasseuse."

"No pet names," Kifu grumbled.

"Not a pet name. It a title. See, I respectin' your wishes."

"I don't think we're going to get along," Kifu pointed out.

This elicited a blink in response. "I t'ink most people tell me ta shut up or jus' try ta kill me. You blunt and literal, non?"

"I don't get along with a lot of people. I get the job done rather than socialize. Don't take it personally."

Remy placed a hand over his chest. "It sounds personal ta me."

"No, you're pushing at my weak points to get a response. I don't need emotional manipulation in my life."

Remy mouthed the word 'wow,' but didn't say anything more. Kifu turned back around.

The terrain was getting rockier as they left the sloped plains between the mountains and the river. The grass's hold over the rocky ground lessened at the higher elevation. Much to Kifu's relief, they weren't much further from camp. Walking, as well as dealing with Remy the entire way, made the return trip feel much longer than the mad dash to where the sheep were grazing. Neither Remy nor Kakashi complained as their walk turned into a steep uphill hike.

"What's da point a'yer Tribe?" Remy asked. He must have calculated an appropriate time for silence.

"You're going to have to be more specific," Kifu told him.

"So you take people inta yer Tribe, ney? What do y'all do?"

"Exist?" Kifu still wasn't sure what he wanted from her.

"I guess we all kinda do dat," Remy said thoughtfully. "No higher reason? Kakashi said his village takes on commissions. Kinda interested in what type'a commissions," Remy added in a mutter. He allotted a small breather for that to sink in before moving on in his regular tone. "My team pretty much saved da world over an' over again an' provided a safe place for people like me. Ya don't form for a bigger reason?"

"A lot of the children we find are without family," Kifu said. "I guess we give a place for children like that to live a longer life."

"Dat sounds like a good reason t'me," Remy commented.

"We don't need a reason to exist," Kifu said. "No one needs a reason to exist. We weren't born for a purpose. We find purpose to exist as we live."

"Let's skip da philosophy lesson an' move on, capiche?"

"No no. You should not bring up topics you're not willing to see to the end," Kifu chided.

Kakashi took that moment to let out an audible sigh. Kifu glared at him over her shoulder. "Do you have something to add?" she asked.

His shoulders jerked back. "Huh?"

"Was that not your way of injecting an opinion into this conversation, without actually voicing an opinion?" Kifu asked.

"No," he said quickly. "This isn't a conversation I have anything to add to."

Kifu set her mouth to show her lack of amusement, staring at him a little longer before looking back at the path in front of her. The ground was getting a little too uneven to look behind her for long. "Noncommittal," she observed.

"In this case?" Kakashi said. "Absolutely."

Remy snorted. Kifu sighed. "I don't need your views to reflect mine. That would not be the mark of a good teacher." She held up a hand before Remy could object. "Not that I'm seeking to be your teacher. I can hardly teach one child. I guess it means that it's the mark of poor character on my part."

"Yeah, alright," Remy said. "Y'know, if yer t'inkin' some bent morals is gonna be a problem, I might have a story for ya."

Kifu perked up at this. She wouldn't mind having a little background on one of these strange men. They offered up a lot less about their lives than a child would. "A story?" she repeated.

"Yeah. I grew up wit'out knowin' what morals are, chasseuse. Dey hardly beat one inta me later. Don't t'ink you gonna be much dif'rent. Or dat I'll care if you a bit crooked. I'm willin' ta bet we're all a li'l crooked inside, ya?"

Kifu hung her head at this. It wasn't a story after all. "Damaged, perhaps," she said. "But I don't know if 'crooked' is a word I'd use."

"Yeah, I stick wit' crooked."

"Definitely speaking for yourself," Kakashi interjected.

Kifu took note of their stances on character. Remy didn't appear to care one way or another if the people around him weren't good people. In fact, he expected it. Kifu had a difficult time imagining what else he could mean by everyone being a little crooked inside. This wasn't a particularly new feeling with him, either. She figured she'd have a hard time reining Remy in later on, if he even decided to stick around. Kakashi seemed to be more of a loyal fellow. Kifu might be able to trust him once he'd been around long enough.

Remy let the subject drop after that, and no one made a move to pick up conversation again. It offered Kifu plenty of time to center herself before they made it to the camp. She'd need that little bit of calm to talk to Neto. She'd never been particularly formal with the man, but she figured she should offer a little bit of decorum to the matter of bringing two adult men to the camp. Two dangerous men, as pointed out by Baku, and confirmed simply by the way they carried themselves. For all Kifu knew, either one of them could single handedly fend Kifu off and wantonly attack the Tribe.

Their feet quietly followed Kifu's path as they reached the woman standing guard outside of their camp. Kifu lifted a hand to greet her, and allow admittance to the men following her. She stood tall at attention, only following them with her eyes rather than her whole face. Kifu caught sight of Remy sizing her up as he walked by, but Kakashi ignored her as he watched the scenery slowly pass by.

"Dis where you live, chasseuse?" Remy asked.

"Yes," Kifu answered plainly.

"It, uh, mighty simple, non?"

"I wouldn't know in relation to where you came from," she said just as blankly as before. "This place is far grander than where I was born."

"Mon dieu," he whispered in response.

Eljah stood up at Kifu's entrance, her eyes wide. Kifu ignored her for the time being, and turned to Remy and Kakashi. "Make yourself comfortable around the fire." It wasn't lit yet, but the pit was obvious. "Eljah will be happy to chat with you."

"I will?" Eljah asked.

"Yes." Kifu dismissed her again, looking at the other man sitting in the camp center. "Kannawi, would you please go fetch Telk?"

Kannawi looked up from his work, startled. He'd been stretching a deer hide, completely engrossed in what he was doing. "Telk?" he repeated.

Kifu nodded. "Telk."

"Baku wasn't kiddin'," Eljah commented.

Kifu nodded again. "Baku wasn't kidding," she confirmed.

"Are you three acting mysterious for a purpose?" Kakashi asked. He hadn't moved since he'd stepped foot into the camp. Kifu wasn't aware that he had been studying them so closely. He still seemed to be looking around as if in his own world.

Kifu motioned again to Kannawi to get him moving. He was glancing nervously between Remy and Kakashi. Setting down his unfinished hide, he scurried off to where Telk had been assigned for the morning. Kifu couldn't even remember where she had assigned the man.

Kakashi watched him leave, and then turned to face Kifu again. "I'm asking that question to get an answer."

"My people understand what I want from them with minimal conversation," Kifu explained. She thumbed over to Eljah. "Eljah likes to be confusing on purpose."

"Oh yeah, whatever," Eljah grumbled. "By the way, your brat still isn't awake."

Kifu sighed and buried her forehead into her hand. "I guess he gets a day off. I need to talk to Neto. I assume you're capable to acquainting yourselves?"

Remy stepped up to Eljah and held out a hand. "M'name's Remy," he said.

Eljah stared at his hand, not looking at his face. "And you already know who I am," she said. "Thanks to someone!" she added in a shout to Kifu's back. Kifu had already dropped her staff off at her door and was making her way to Neto's door. Kifu's hut was situated closest to the camp entrance. She'd taken over the Head Warrior's hut after the war, rather than taking residence in the Head Hunter's. The Head Hunter's hut remained empty. Neto insisted that Kifu could do the work of both jobs and refused to fill in the hole. Neto's hut was behind both the Head Warrior's and Head Hunter's huts, down a little, narrow pathway. The backs of the senior center's huts, and the backs of the Head's huts, made the path to give a little protection to their leader in case of an attack. Neto had a back door leading to the senior center, but there was no back way out of a small village built into a mountain. The hope was that an attack wouldn't get any further than central camp, and that the elderly would be protected. They'd already given enough of their lives into protecting others.

Kifu didn't even have to knock on the door frame to gain Neto's attention when she reached his hut. His voice invited her inside immediately.

"I understand we had intruders," he said. He had a small fire inside of his hut, lending light to an otherwise dark interior. The flames cast dancing shadows across his face, illuminating the faint wrinkles that had accumulated throughout Kifu's life. He was nearing his fifties.

Kifu bowed her head and knelt on the ground in front of where he sat. "Yes."

"You took care of them?"

"Yes," Kifu answered.

"In which way?"

"I brought them to our camp, Neto."

Neto leaned back against the stone wall and crossed his arms. Kifu set her jaw for a verbal lashing. Neto always favored her, but what if she had finally done something unforgivable? "I trust your judgment. What is your assessment?"

Kifu blinked. She hadn't been the decision maker in the Tribe for long. Yet since Neto had made her Head Huntstress, he'd been placing a lot of responsibility on her shoulders. "There were two. Both appear to be around my age."

Neto held up a hand. "Your age?"

Kifu nodded. "Yes. Around thirty."

Neto hummed uncertainly to himself. "I don't think I've ever recruited anyone that's lived so long to the Air Tribe before. Continue."

Kifu licked her lips to regain her wits. "Two men. They both claim this is not their world. One said his name is Remy LeBeau. He comes from a place where he'd provide a safe place for, his words, 'people like him.' He also claims that he's saved his world time and again, that he does not fear combat and he welcomes the challenge of trying to run from me. I understand he doesn't know my skill, but I also do not know his and he continuously tries to provoke me."

Neto cut in with a small chuckle, but otherwise offered no words. Kifu may have had a reputation for a shorter temper, especially in his eyes.

"He's also described himself and all others as being a little crooked. I do not know his moral baseline or if we can trust him."

"How much of that do you believe is your personal perception?"

Kifu opened her mouth, but had no reply. "I … do not know, Neto."

"You already have a distaste for him. You have Eljah watching him right now?"

"Yes."

"Send her in when you are finished here."

"Yes." Eljah didn't often see a whole lot of bad in people. Kifu jumped to worse conclusions than her.

"The other man?"

"His name is Kakashi Hatake. He isn't as vocal as Remy. However, while he hasn't told me that he'd like to fight me or test me like Remy, I believe he could be fully capable. He appears to be unobservant, but that is highly unlikely. He accepted my terms readily before I brought him to the Tribe, but he is cautious. I do not believe that he'll back out of his word, but I do believe he'll quietly evaluate us all. He says that he comes from a village made of many clans that took commissions, though he did not elaborate on what these commissions were, to have monetary power."

"You have a higher respect for this man already," Neto observed.

Kifu bit her lip. "Possibly."

"Do you think this is personal preference?"

"Even more likely."

"Why do you think this?"

Kifu swallowed. "He isn't boisterous and cocky. He readily accepted that he wasn't the one in power, and he came to my defense on a couple topics on our way here. Plus, I do appreciate his reservations in accepting the way we run the Tribes, but nevertheless accept that that was how we operated."

"Do you think he could be deceiving you?"

Kifu ran through her interactions with the man, calculating them on a more objective level. "I do not."

"And the other man? Do you think he might be deceiving you?"

"How, Neto?"

"He is a more up front man, evaluating you by your response. Do you think his claims are deception?"

Kifu thought again. "I also do not believe so."

"By your evaluations, Kakashi is safe and can be admitted into the Tribe and sent on tasks as is. But Remy must be watched?"

"No."

Neto leaned forward. "They must both be watched?"

"Yes. They do not understand our customs, our culture, or our craft. Like any Tribesling, they must be taught these simple things first. During this trial, we can better understand them at the same time. After they've learned, however, I do not believe they'll need mentors."

"I appreciate your honesty, Kifu."

Kifu bowed her head lower. "Always, Neto."

"Custom would dictate we assign them to Mai. I do not believe that would be wise in this situation," Neto said.

"Agreed."

"What do you propose?"

Kifu lifted her head in surprise. She wouldn't think that such a heavy situation would be placed on her shoulders. She figured she had done her job and she could pass this on to Neto. She was to act as an advisor, not the other way around. "I do not know, Neto."

"I will debate about this further. Have you done anything beyond bringing them to the camp and having Eljah watch them as you talk to me?"

"I asked Kannawi to fetch Telk."

Neto looked surprised at this. "So cautious of you?"

"Yes."

"Then do tell Mai to keep the Tribeslings and retired Tribesmembers to stay back, please. You may show Remy and Kakashi the barracks at which they will be staying – "

"If I may? I do not believe they should be housed with the rest of the Tribesmembers. I think it would be better if I watched them and they stayed in the hut meant for me."

"The Head Hunter's hut?"

"Yes."

Neto paused, rubbing his face in thought. "That's not a bad idea."

"Thank-you." Kifu wasn't sure what the correct response was in that case. "Does this change your orders?"

"Do tell Mai. Keep them in the main camp. What other duties do you have today?"

"I still have to wake Takki and work with him today. I also need to go through evening duties and assign them."

"You still insist on personalizing your duties every day," Neto observed with a grin.

"It allows for personal tastes for each and every Tribesmember," Kifu explained.

"Holme was never so thorough."

"He had a lot on his mind after … Kumji," Kifu excused. Holme had been the sole Head Hunter after Kumji, their Head Warrior, had passed. It was after Kumji's death that Neto had decided against assigning another Head Warrior. Even going into the war against Kumji's organization bent on taking Neto down, Neto placed everything on Holme's shoulders. Holme had been alone on a two person job for over ten years before he died in the war.

Neto smiled. "You even make excuses for Holme when the two of you hardly got along. Very well. Am I correct in thinking you, Eljah, and Telk are capable of entertaining our new Tribeslings until I think of something?"

"How long do you think that will take?" Kifu asked.

"Good question. I may have to confer with Būks and Mai." He still looked at her expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Kifu sighed. "I will be sure it's done."

"Good. You may leave."

Kifu stood, bowed, and left the way she came.

"Keef?" Eljah asked upon seeing her emerge from the path.

"Eljah?" Kifu paused between pathways. She needed to go down the path to the senior center now to talk to Mai.

"You're alive, so that's a good sign."

Kifu frowned at her.

"What?"

"That isn't funny."

"You don't think anything is funny." Eljah didn't seem too off put by pointing this out.

"Crooked," Remy called.

Kifu ignored him. "Neto would like to talk to you, but I need to find Mai and wake Takki first."

"You're far too easy on that kid," Eljah repeated.

"It couldn't be helped today."

"You gave him plenty of time to wake up before this all happened."

"Again, Eljah, later."

"This is later, Keef."

"Later still, please."

"Can I call you Keef, chasseuse?"

"No," Kifu said firmly. "Consider this your verbal warning before I take it to a physical match. Do not call me pet names."

Eljah lifted her brows and looked back and forth between the two. "My man, you did some real butterin' up on your way here. You don't wanna be messin' with her."

"Y'know, she tell me da same t'ing," Remy said thoughtfully. "Dat how you settle t'ings 'round here?"

"Not typically," Kifu said. "I will be right back." She hurried down the main path before either Eljah or Remy could get in another word.

Kifu walked slowly down the open corridor once out of their sights. She had become the center of this problem, and she was finding herself unravelling faster than she would have liked. She could let someone else, her trusted friend, deal with Remy for a moment before he attempted to pick her apart again.

One of Mai's Tribeslings, a little girl by the name of Sani, was outside the archway leading into the senior center, and ran inside to alert Mai of Kifu's presence. Kifu didn't spend a lot of time with the elders any longer. She didn't have the time. Her coming back into Mai's territory was significant enough even her little followers knew something was wrong. Mai met Kifu in the archway.

"What happened?" she asked quickly.

"Peace," Kifu said, her hands held up in front of her. "Nothing is wrong. We had two intruders that I have brought into the Tribe. These are labeled as dangerous men, but are being taken in as Tribeslings. Neto asked me to have you keep the children and retired Tribesmembers back."

"Adult Tribeslings?" Mai asked in confusion. "We're doing such a thing?"

"Yes."

"Okay, understood." It wasn't Mai's place to question Kifu's or Neto's decision.

"Neto may be visiting you shortly for advice," Kifu said.

"My advice?"

"Yes. We're a little uncertain on how to proceed with two adult Tribeslings. We don't expect you to watch them."

A smile twitched at the corners of Mai's lips. "I'm grateful. I will tell everyone here of the order. I don't think I'll tell them why."

"That's up to you," Kifu said. She sighed and turned to look down the path. She wasn't keen on returning to the main camp. Mai retreated back to the senior center, leaving Kifu alone at the end of the path. It was her willpower alone that forced her to move onward.

Forcing Takki out of bed was her next step. Kifu wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to do with the kid today, since she would have to keep an eye on him, Remy, and Kakashi, but she knew that she couldn't let him sleep all day. A part of her wondered if he really could sleep through the entire day. He never seemed to wake up on his own.

Kifu couldn't see anything as soon as she stepped into the Tribesmembers' barracks. The great stone walls, in conjunction with the steep cliffs of the mountain, blocked out nearly all of the sunlight. Fortunately, Kifu had walked this path so many times, she didn't need to see to make her way to Takki's hammock. Without giving Takki any time to register her presence, Kifu walked up to the hook holding the foot end of his hammock to the wall, grabbed on to the braid of rope, and pulled it off of the hook. Letting go, she let Takki crash to the ground. He woke with a shout.

"Ow!"

"Serves you right."

"Kifu?"

"No. You may as well call me 'Mother.'"

"Ugh."

"Get up."

"You just threw me to the ground!"

"Get up." Kifu stood with her arms crossed.

Takki grumbled and slowly clambered to his feet.

"Good. Now get to center camp."

"Even Mai wasn't this mean."

"Mai babysits children all day. I run the Tribe. Forgive me if I'm a little short." Kifu stalked out of the barracks, hoping Takki wouldn't be long after her.

"You look a little high strung, Keef," Eljah commented as soon as Kifu returned to center camp.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Kifu griped. "Why did Neto assign Takki to me?" She rubbed her forehead, as if massaging away a headache.

"No one else wanted him," Eljah said with a grin. "Anyway, Kannawi isn't back with Telk yet. You want me talkin' to Neto now?"

"Yes. Hurry back if you can." She looked over Remy and Kakashi lounging about the camp. Remy was discreetly peering over Kakashi's shoulder as he read from a small book.

"Dat ain't even English, mon copain," Remy said.

"Why would it be in English?" Kakashi asked absently.

"Remy, Kakashi," Kifu said to bring their attention to her. Kakashi lowered his book, but did not put it away.

"Oui?"

"Until we sort everything out, I don't feel like it is wise to treat you like children. We won't explain our philosophy before letting you out of the camp. We won't have you perform menial work to teach you responsibility. We won't assign you to a group under a single Tribesmember so that you may hear stories from our retired Tribesmembers."

"Sounds good ta me."

"That doesn't mean we'll throw you into work. You still don't understand how the Tribe works."

"I'n't dat your job, chasseuse?"

"No." She crossed the main camp to where the two were standing. "I would like to test your skills, though. It's my job to know how well each Tribesmember performs each of our main tasks. We all learn to hunt, track, and fight, as well as a craft or two. Could I ask you two to test yourself against a couple of my people?"

Takki chose this moment to burst into the center camp. "Don't worry, I'm here now!" he exclaimed.

Kifu turned, standing perpendicular to both Remy and Kakashi, and Takki. "Great. Just in time."

"We won't be testing ourselves against you?" Kakashi asked, as if Takki hadn't said anything.

"Whoa – who are these two?" Takki asked. His voice carried through the camp loud enough to echo off the nearest huts.

"We'll get to that," Kifu said dismissively to Takki. She regarded Kakashi. "At this time, I'd rather watch a match to understand your skills. You are both versed in combat?"

"'Course, chasseuse."

Kakashi turned his chin down. "I am."

Kifu nodded and then turned to Takki. "Wait for Eljah. Tell her to meet us outside of camp. I want you there, too. Grab my bow and a quiver on your way."

"From where?" Takki asked.

Kifu blinked. "My hut. Where else?"

"I'm allowed in there?"

"That hasn't stopped you before," Kifu said with a noncommittal answer.

"Bow and quiver, huh?" Kakashi asked absentmindedly. "Will you be testing us on everything?"

"I doubt we have time for that," Kifu told him. She turned away from Takki and motioned for Remy and Kakashi to leave the camp again. No one truly stayed idle for long. Even after the daily chores had been finished, people found things to do. Kakashi led the way forward, and Remy fell in before Kifu.

"What would you do if you find out you really can't kill us, chasseuse?" Remy asked. "How ya gonna keep us from leavin'?"

"Do you really think it's going to come to that, Remy?" Kifu asked as patiently as she could.

"I jus' feel like you doin' an awful lot o' assumin' dat we'll stay put."

"I gave you a choice," Kifu pointed out.

"Yeah, a lousy one. 'Member?"

"You really have a problem with the situation? We are giving you a home and are bringing you into our Tribe. When you're not even on your own world, I feel like you should do less poking at the one giving you this chance, and more feeling grateful for not having to fend for yourself."

Remy sighed. "Feels an awful lot like bein' your prisoner den your comrade, chasseuse."

Kifu frowned. When Taya and Jiogi had found her outside of her village, she'd been grateful for a different place to go. She felt estranged in her own home, and every time she tried to do something about it, she'd get punished further. Remy obviously wasn't happy with the choice, but humored Kifu to stay alive. She was having a difficult time putting herself into his place, and it was setting her at odds against him. "I apologize. I do not want you to feel that way."

The narrowed path leading to and from the village widened into the typical rocky terrain of the mountainside. Kifu used this to walk next to him rather than behind. Remy might respond better to being treated as an equal. "I promise that after supper tonight, I'll listen to everything you need to say. I will hear your concerns and try to work them into your accommodations as much as is in my power. You are part of the Air Tribe now, Remy, and I would like you to feel at home."

Remy studied her for a moment, silently mulling over her words. "Yer boss give you a lashin' for losin' your temper or somet'in'?"

Kifu blinked. "What?"

"Yer actin' different den when ya first came out ta meet us."

"He did not punish me, no. I, again, apologize for being short tempered. But it is kind of my job in the Tribe to make everyone happy." It wasn't, but Kifu worked hard on making it that way anyway. "You are a part of our Tribe now."

"Yeah, I hear ya. Still not happy 'bout dat part."

"What? Being a part of something?"

"Mm-hmm."

This was another thing Kifu was having difficulty understanding. Kifu was happily alone most of the time, but even she enjoyed having her Tribesmembers to fall back to. Remy didn't want anyone? "Why?"

"Le's say I don' like people dependin' on me, chasseuse."

"Why? Do you often let them down?"

"Mm. Somet'in' like dat."

Kifu set her jaw. Remy was no longer jabbing at her to get a response, but he was closing himself off from her by being so vague. It was almost equally as frustrating. "Alright. I won't pry any further. We all have our secrets." Kifu didn't like others poking at her history, either. "But if you do have any concerns about anything, you will come to me?"

"Yeah, sure."

Kifu let the conversation drop, but didn't fall back and continued to walk side-by-side with him. Kakashi took the silence as cue to ask his question. "Kifu? Do you have a certain area in mind?"

"Oh yeah. Once the ground levels out a little bit is fine. Not too far, or Takki, Eljah, Kannawi, and Telk will have a difficult time finding us."

"Hey!" a shout sounded from behind them. Kifu paused and turned around, though she was fully aware to who the voice belonged to. Takki and Eljah were jogging down the mountainside to join their group. It appeared as if Takki had conveniently forgotten the bow and quiver.

"That was quick," Kifu observed.

"I didn't have much to say," Eljah explained simply. She held up the staff that Kifu had left leaning against her hut. "You meant to leave this behind?"

"Yes."

"Well damn. I carried it for nothing."

"Not true." Kifu turned to continue following Kakashi and Remy. Kakashi had paused when Takki called out, but Remy forged onward. "I've trained you in the staff."

Eljah added an extra burst of speed to walk beside Kifu. Her eyes were wide. "Oh no, you are not makin' me test them, Keef."

Kifu smiled. "Just one. Kannawi will test the other."

"What am I here for?" Takki asked.

Kifu flashed him a disapproving look. "For me to watch after. You have training to catch up on, Takki." His step faltered.

"Shouldn't this, I dunno, be your job, Keef?"

Kifu raised a brow at Eljah, casting her a sidelong glance. "No. I test apprentices that wish to be full Tribesmembers. There is no protocol for testing newly admitted adults that came from combative backgrounds."

Eljah grumbled incoherently to herself. Kifu was well aware of Eljah's aversion to fighting, but she also knew the reason behind it. Eljah felt that she wasn't fit to be a proper Air warrior. She didn't think that she measured up. True, she wasn't the best fighter the Air Tribe had to offer, but Kifu had taught Eljah some tricks herself. She simply couldn't raise Eljah's esteem any higher.

"Dis good, chasseuse?" Remy called from ahead.

Kifu nodded. "Yes. This place works." The rockier terrain had given way to grass for the most part, but they were far enough away from the sheep that they couldn't even see them. They were nearer the block of woods that started up on Air territory, and extended into Water and Earth lands. They weren't very far from where Telk and Kifu often practiced together.

"How is this going to work?" Kakashi asked.

"We set in a rule that we are not out to injure or maim, and that this is a friendly spar. I want to understand your skill levels, if that's alright."

"Do you fight often? In the Tribes?" Kakashi asked.

"For our lives? No. For fun? Very."

"Why you not fightin' us yourself, chasseuse?"

Kifu pointedly looked at Takki, whom had pulled to a stop beside her. "I have this one to deal with. And I don't spar much anymore." She wasn't rusty by any means, but a part of her was apprehensive in letting Remy and Kakashi know the extent of her skills. She wanted to keep herself just mysterious enough that they'd think twice about toeing her line. It worked real well with the younger Tribeslings, especially since they heard stories about her before ever meeting her. It wasn't that she wanted to be feared, but she didn't want to be immediately written off.

"You sure you not makin' yourself up t' be someone better den you really are?" Remy asked with a smirk.

Eljah laughed for Kifu's sake. "I am not fighting him," she said to Kifu.

"I believe I'm fairly realistic about my skills," Kifu said to Remy. "But I'm also not too young to be boastful, either."

"I t'ink we need ta see fer ourselves chasseuse."

Kifu smiled softly at his eagerness, but turned to Kakashi. If Eljah didn't want to fight Remy, Kakashi was her opponent. "Would you like to begin, Kakashi?"

Kakashi shrugged, his hands in his pockets. Kifu hadn't even been aware that his pants had pockets, especially considering he wore pouches externally from his clothes. "I don't see why not," he said.

"Do you have any parameters you'd like to set?" Kifu asked, looking between Eljah and Kakashi. "Beside the one where you do not kill or maim?"

Kakashi shrugged again. "I don't need any special rules for my sake." He looked Eljah square in the eyes. "You may attack with intent to kill and use any weapon you choose." Kifu blinked. She wasn't expecting him to ask for something so intense, especially considering the nature of the exercise.

Eljah flashed him an uncertain smile. "How 'bout we don't try ta kill, right? I'm rather attached to this life I'm livin'." Kakashi's expression, what little was visible, didn't change. His sleepy eye was somehow intense, his relaxed posture showing minute hints of readiness for counterattack. Kifu was getting the sinking feeling that Eljah stood no chance against the man, especially in her nervous state.

Kifu motioned to Remy and Takki to stand back, and offered a nod to Kakashi and Eljah to begin. Eljah stared at the staff she still held in her hands, and then looked back up to Kakashi. He hadn't moved, but eyed her with an alert idleness to his expression. Eljah would have to begin the match. After a few calming breaths, Eljah sank into a pre-attack posture, holding the staff lightly but firmly.

After standing back, Remy was watching as aptly as Kifu. He sat himself on the ground, one knee propped up in the air for him to lean on as he watched. He didn't sit on his coat, but it billowed outward from where he sat.

Kakashi wasn't going to make the first move. Kifu was fine striking first, as she always had to when sparring with Eljah, but Eljah hated it. She claimed it put her at a disadvantage, allowing the enemy to size her up and evaluate the way she moved before she even had a chance. Perhaps she was right in this case. Eventually, however, Eljah took what was an obviously begrudging step forward and swung the staff around to strike at Kakashi's middle. Kakashi moved fluidly, stepping backward out of her line of attack. Following the path of the staff with his far arm, he stepped in close again and wrapped his fingers around the wood. He then swung his opposite foot around and executed a well-grounded side kick to unbalance Eljah and commandeer her staff. Eljah didn't fall, but she stumbled.

Kifu set her jaw. Within the first few seconds, Kakashi had done more than enough damage to Eljah's ego. She wouldn't last much longer, especially if he went on the offensive. Remy picked himself off the ground and sidled up to Kifu. "Y'know, a lot o' people don't like me, an' I'm fine wit' dat. But I ain't no killer. Dis guy? He an assassin. I'm t'inkin' you gotta be careful 'round him, chasseuse."

Kifu briefly furrowed her brow. "What makes you say he's an assassin?"

"I know da type."

Takki, for once, was silently awestruck, and didn't try to interject himself into their conversation.

"Were you raised by assassins or something?" Kifu asked flatly.

"No. T'ieves, but no assassins. My best childhood friend as an assassin, t'ough."

Kakashi was letting Eljah recuperate. He held the staff away from her, putting his body between it and Eljah, but he didn't attack again. Eljah, for her part, looked frustrated but not ready to quit.

"Got enough data for your mental charts, Keef?" Eljah called out.

"You mean with one exchange?" Kifu taunted. She wanted to make her jaunt feel lighthearted, but Remy's words weighed on her. While she didn't say the Tribe could outright trust these men, the one Kifu thought had a better moral base could have more blood on his hands than Kifu.

"This is the last time I'm lettin' you talk me into somethin' like this," Eljah complained. "Do it yourself."

She stepped forward, covering the little bit of distance Kakashi had put between them by unbalancing her, and struck out with a punch on her dominant side. Kakashi batted her fist away with his free hand, keeping his stance firm. Eljah tried again, this time with her other fist, but to the same outcome. She tried getting fancy with her footwork, getting different angles in while she punched, but Kakashi blocked them all with his single hand and without ever breaking his nonchalant expression.

"T'ing you gotta ask, chasseuse, is why he's holdin' back so much," Remy muttered to her.

Kifu inhaled and held her breath a moment. "Don't you think I've already been asking that to myself about the both of you?"

Neither Kifu, Remy, nor Takki took their eyes away from the sparring pair. It was a very one-sided fight, and Kakashi appeared to be exerting no energy, while Eljah was already puffing for breath.

"At least you not an idiot," Remy said, and Kifu was sure she detected a snide smile accompanying his words.

"You're both a little bit of a conundrum. You're doing it on purpose. Kakashi? He had his childhood taken from him. I did, too. And then he was asked to defend, whether it be his village or a group of people, I won't ever know. He's already confirmed that. I can probably see where assassination comes into play there. I don't think he'll confide in anyone because of whatever happened to him when he was young. Now it's ingrained in him as an adult. So he puts up a front. Doesn't even know it's there, judging by how smooth it is. That, or he's had a lot of practice erecting it."

A pause, only the smacking of Kakashi fending off Eljah breaking the silence. "Damn." Remy had nothing else to offer.

Kifu could feel both Remy's and Takki's eyes on her, but she continued watching the fight. Eljah was wearing out and reaching the point of frustration where she'd quit. She started acting a little too erratically. Thankfully, Kifu hadn't yet seen her reach this point on any battlefield.

"Kifu?" Takki asked. "I think that judgment says a lot about you."

"Congratulations, kid. You saw a side of me no one else has in the Tribe, then," Kifu deadpanned. Of course, a few of them grew up alongside Kifu and knew a large portion of her story. Only a few knew things that happened outside of the limelight, Eljah included.

Kakashi finally shifted his stance, moving from a firm defensive to a much lighter offensive. Still holding on to the staff, but without using it, he thrust out once to Eljah's middle with his opposite fist. The punch connected, having caught Eljah off guard, and it sent Eljah to her knees. Her breaths came out in wheezes. He moved to make a finishing blow, to send her completely to the ground, but Kifu was able to stop him with a simple shouted "enough." His eye briefly caught Kifu's, and then he took a step back.

Kifu wasn't sure if even she'd be able to match Kakashi's skill. She itched to try.

Neto would not be amused at Kifu's report.

Kannawi and Telk still hadn't arrived to meet them.

"Well done, sir," Takki called out to Kakashi. "You should teach me."

Kifu almost smacked him. "You are not ready to be taught how to fight," she said quickly. "You are not disciplined enough." She pointed off to a flat area beside their makeshift sparring pad. "Go practice your exercises. Get through them all and I'll give you a shot at me."

Takki's eyes immediately lit up.

"You're gonna start teaching me?" he asked excitedly.

"No. One shot." She grinned, a thought occurring to her. "Assuming you can even make it through your exercises without getting sidetracked, if you land one single hit on me, I'll start training you in defensive styles tomorrow." Takki was off without another word. "Concentrate on correct form!" Kifu called after him.

Kakashi had approached her without a word during her exchange with Takki. His exposed eye followed Takki as he rushed to carry out Kifu's instructions. "She'll be okay as soon as she catches her breath," he told Kifu, his eye still on Takki.

"I know," she said. "I appreciate you going easy on her. Eljah can be tender." She'd rarely truly match herself against Kifu except to learn, but Kifu was the only person she wouldn't feel bad about herself when losing a spar. Kifu would be hearing about this later.

"Did you learn what you needed from the spar?" Kakashi asked.

"Enough," Kifu replied. She held out her hand. "My staff, please?" Kakashi handed it over without complaint.

Remy eyed the weapon. "So if my partner doesn't show up, dat mean I'm free, or dat mean you gonna test me yourself?"

"He'll show up," Kifu said firmly. "I can't even remember where I sent Telk today. I'm surprised Kannawi knew. He has a lot of land to cover."

It didn't take long for the four of them to settle into a comfortable wait. Kakashi pulled out his little book again. Remy walked over to Eljah, sat down beside her, and chatted with her. Kifu simultaneously looked out for Telk and Kannawi while watching Takki to ensure he wasn't cutting any corners. The kid was working vigilantly, concentration plain on his face as he worked. Kifu was impressed with his resolve.

Before long, the two the group was waiting on showed up. Takki was just beginning to wrap up his exercises, and Kifu was confident he would end them with as much vigor as he began. When Takki had a goal in mind, he was disciplined enough to accomplish it, even if he acted mindless more often than not.

Kannawi looked exasperated. "I'm sorry it took so long. Telk was where the river and mountains meet."

"What's going on?" Telk asked. He took in the two newcomers, sizing them up. Telk was by no means a large man. He was tall, but very lithe, with muscle more sinew than meat. He never had a hard expression on his face, unlike Kifu, but almost appeared jovial. He was also one of, if not the most, dangerous people in all of the Air Tribe. Telk was the one and only Tribesmember Kifu had ever sparred that she could not best. She felt better in knowing that if anything was to go awry, Telk would be there to help her out. While she held the title in the Tribe, Telk was an unofficial back-up to her authority simply because she asked.

"Telk, meet Kakashi and Remy," Kifu said, gesturing to each man in turn. Telk was taller than Kakashi, but a tick shorter than Remy. "They're our new Tribesmembers."

"Oh yeah?" Telk had the decency to keep from looking surprised.

Kakashi took his eyes away from the book and offered Telk a small bow. "Good to meet you," he said. Remy remained oblivious, still talking with Eljah on the ground.

"Likewise," Telk said.

Kifu motioned for Telk to join her out of everyone else's earshot. He obliged, following her for the short distance. "I'm working on assessing them. I've already told Neto to be wary of them. They are both wildcards with very dangerous backgrounds."

Telk nodded. "That's something, coming from you."

"Kakashi's polite, follows rules. Remy toes the line of propriety and threatens to leave. I've tested Kakashi against Eljah and he did what I would do with any Tribesling. It wasn't that he was playing with her, I just think he didn't feel she was worth exerting energy over. He allowed her plenty of time to find a hole in his defenses until he decided to end the spar. Everything was his terms. I wanted Kannawi to test Remy. And I wanted you here in case something went wrong."

"What sort of thing do you expect?" Telk asked.

"I don't know, exactly. I almost expect Remy to live up to his threats of leaving. Telk, the thing is, neither of them claim they're of this world. They don't know what's outside of the Tribe. I don't know what the means for us."

"So they just showed up in the middle of our territory?"

Kifu shrugged. "I guess? One other thing. When Kakashi was holding Eljah off, Remy told me Kakashi's an assassin. These two don't know each other just as much as we don't know them. I bring this up because he said it unprompted, of his own accord, and it's still bothering me." She took in a deep breath and lowered her voice further. "And look, I know I'm a killer and I'm one of the few people in all the Tribes that has killed, but that was never out of cold blood. Killing Kumji messed me up for years. If Kakashi really is an assassin, we have no idea how many kills that puts on his hands, or how much it's messed him up. His mask is better than mine."

"I think that's something we'll have to worry about if it ever comes to it," Telk said. "Have you asked him about it?"

"No."

"Has he said anything that backs up this other guy's theory?"

"Well, I told him that he's been broken and asked to protect and it cracked through that mask he holds. So that meant something to him. He's also mentioned that he lived in a village before this that took commissions to thrive. What if he came from a village of assassins?"

"Then maybe he has the discipline to know when and when not to kill, and whom to kill. Assassins don't kill wantonly," Telk pointed out. "I don't really think it's worth worrying over. If we worried about killers, we'd have executed you fifteen years ago."

"But what if it's anything like Kumji's organization?" Kifu asked. "What if by inviting Kakashi into our Tribe, we're inviting Kumji or Renza back into the Tribes?"

Telk didn't miss a beat. "You said they're not from this world? I don't think he has a group of slavers to back him up like those two." He had a point, and it almost put a little pieces of Kifu's worries to sleep. "We'll finish up these evaluations, get back to the Tribe, and talk with Neto about it. We'll let Neto decide what to ultimately do with them. It's his job, not yours."

"I did take responsibility for them."

"I don't think it matters." He cleared his throat and returned his voice to its normal volume. "Your apprentice is finished, and Kannawi looks thoroughly uncomfortable."

Indeed, Kannawi shuffled from foot to foot, shifting his gaze between the four groups of people all around him. Kakashi didn't make a move to talk to him, but continued reading from his book. Takki, almost if on cue, nearly skipped up to Kifu after finishing his exercises. "I win."

Kifu nodded. "Good job. First we watch Kannawi and Remy."

Kannawi's expression shifted to one of alarm. "You – what?"

Kifu slowly strode back over to where Kakashi and Kannawi stood, Telk and Takki in tow. "I will have you test out our new Tribemember's combative abilities. Eljah already tested Kakashi." She motioned for Eljah to join their reforming group.

"The spar between Kakashi and Eljah had the typical parameters where one shall not maim nor kill. Kakashi added that Eljah should attack as if intending to kill and may use any weapon she wished. Which was a little contradictory, but I guess that just kept me on my toes." Kakashi lowered his book, refocusing on Kifu's words rather than written words. "You may set whatever parameters you so choose, as may Remy."

Remy shrugged as he pulled to a stop next to Kannawi. "I don' much care, chasseuse. Da rules'a da first spar work fer me, too." He grinned and looked down at Kannawi. "I hopin' you got a li'l bit'a fight in you, mon ami. Gimme a li'l somet'in' ta t'ink about, ya?"

Kannawi blinked. "What?" Remy's accent was thick, and even Kifu was still struggling to keep up with it. Kannawi stood almost no chance.

Remy simply clapped him on the back and chuckled. "Ready, Madame Kifu?"

"Whenever you are. Kannawi?" Kifu held up her staff to him, questioning whether or not he wished to use it. He held up his hand to decline, and stepped away from the group in preparation. Remy followed, wigging his fingers and cracking his knuckles in preparation.

"I hope Kannawi fares better than me," Eljah grumbled. She stood beside Kifu, almost brushing shoulders with her. "That was embarrassing."

Kifu looked over to Kakashi. He still held his book in front of him, but his eye was completely on the two men readying themselves to spar. "Elj, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. That man is a master."

"Yeah, that makes me feel so much better," Eljah said sarcastically. "Thanks."

"He knows things combatively that I've never encountered," Kifu continued, her voice low. "You did your best, and I appreciate you for that. I learned a lot."

Eljah grumbled incoherently to herself. Takki settled on the ground, watching Remy and Kannawi with rapt attention. Telk centered himself over a wide stance and crossed his arms before him. Kifu played with the grain of wood in her staff, watching to learn as much as she could about the second stranger.

Remy held up one arm between himself and Kannawi and grinned. "Show me whatcha got, mon ami."

Kannawi wasted no time. He was faster than Eljah, and much lighter on his feet. He focused on upper body movements to disarm his opponents, keeping his feet moving underneath him rather than using his legs as built-in weapons. His punches were fast, his eyes were keen, and he did a fairly decent job of judging his opponents reactions.

His first punch hit. Remy moved a little too late, and rather than getting clipped in the jaw, was smacked in the shoulder. He'd be able to shrug it off easily. His expression, however, displayed a full array of surprise. Kifu wondered if the man that talked so arrogantly about himself had perhaps overestimated himself. Remy took a few more hits, deflecting them and moving just enough so that they didn't hit on target. His face was completely readable. Confusion took over surprise.

"Yer not what I was expectin', mon ami," Remy said. His voice was a little tighter than before. "But I'm not movin' right either." Kakashi's eye widened minutely. Kifu caught it out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head just in time to miss a flurry of movement from Remy.

Remy successfully blocked two of Kannawi's punches, threw a couple of his own to throw Kannawi off his roll, and executed a tight backflip to put distance between him and his opponent. Spinning once, his coat flaring around him, Remy suddenly had a metallic staff in his hand and moved to attack Kannawi with it.

Kifu moved before she even registered what was happening. Her hand let go of her own staff to give her added mobility to cover the distance. She had no idea where he pulled the staff from, but she could tell within a fraction of a second that Remy would not have any problem using the staff to its full potential, and that he knew how to wield it. Kifu sprinted over the short distance between the onlookers and the sparring couple, threw herself between the two bodies and held up both of her arms. The staff hit her first arm with an incredible force, and Kifu was well aware that it would have shattered her bone if not for her arm guards. There was no way Kannawi could have reacted fast enough to register the staff and protect himself if Kifu hadn't been watching Remy as closely as she had. Kifu's knees buckled, but she didn't fall.

"Enough," she growled. She shoved the staff away from her body, back at Remy. "This fight is over." She paced forward so that she was uncomfortably close to Remy. "You were not to injure Kannawi," she snarled lowly. "You could have killed him with that stunt."

Remy flashed a smile down at her. "You're impressive, chasseuse."

"No cheeky comments," Kifu barked. "Kannawi was defenseless against that attack and you knew it." She backed off, turning so that Kannawi was in her line of sight, but not letting Remy out of her field of vision either. She held up her arm and rubbed it, as if she could massage the sting from her flesh. The force of Remy's blow against her guards was jarring. It didn't matter how much padding she had on her forearms. "You okay?" she asked Kannawi.

Kannawi looked stunned. "Uh …"

Throwing one more threatening glare in Remy's direction, Kifu stalked back to where she had been watching the spar. Telk looked almost as surprised as Kannawi. Kakashi's expression was unreadable, as was becoming the norm. Takki looked awed. Eljah's expression was a mixture of surprise and relief.

"I've never seen you run so fast!" Takki exclaimed once Kifu was near.

Kifu ignored him and went right up to Telk, close enough so that no one else could hear her. "He did that on purpose. Whether or not it was to goad me into moving is debatable."

"He's lucky he didn't hurt Kannawi," Telk said. "Where did he even have that staff?"

Kifu turned around to study Remy. He still held his staff and was using it as if it were a walking stick. "I'm not sure. Something was off about his fighting style, though. I could tell by his own reaction. It took time to build up to that flashing move at the end. We need to watch him." Telk nodded his understanding and Kifu stepped away to kick her own staff into her hand.

"Is it my turn now?" Takki asked, rising to his feet.

Kifu sighed. "I suppose." She handed her staff over to Eljah, who took it without word. Kannawi was slowly returning to the group. His eyes were still wide and it looked to Kifu like he was having a difficult time processing how quickly that spar could have ended in disaster. Remy remained where Kifu had left him.

"Your job is to land one punch," Kifu instructed Takki. She slowly started walking away from the main group, allowing a couple paces between her and them. Dealing with Takki's bet wasn't something she wanted to do, but she was a woman of her promise. "That's it. I'll give you your fair shot, and if you succeed, I'll start training you in defensive combat. You fail and we continue our current training regimen."

Takki nodded enthusiastically.

"You agree to quit pestering me should you fail?" Kifu asked. Takki had a habit of repeating questions he didn't like the answer to. She also had more important things to worry about than training her apprentice in such a demanding practice.

Takki, again, nodded just as enthusiastically. "I won't fail." Had Kifu been in a better mood, she may have smiled.

"You have five witnesses," Kifu said, gesturing to the group of adults around them. She bent her knees and fell into a more athletic stance. "You may begin."

Kifu didn't think she'd need to do much by way of moving, though she wasn't entirely sure what her method would be yet. Takki was an overeager youth, but discipline and planning were far from his strengths. He started by charging her head on. Kifu simply stepped out of his way, keeping her body low on light toes.

"You need to refrain from being too obvious," Kifu told him. She turned to face him as he spun on his feet, barely keeping his balance.

Instead of frustration or temper, Takki looked like he was concentrating hard. He swung at Kifu, moving his fist in a wide arc. Kifu brought up her closest arm, hooked it on his forearm, and deflected it from her body.

"In addition, you'll need to work on speed."

Takki tried with his other hand. As he brought his first fist back to his body, he punched upward. Aiming for her face rather than her torso. Kifu stepped back. "Better," she told him.

Following Kifu, stepping forward again, Takki tried over and over again to land a hit. Kifu avoided everything he tried.

"Want this?" Eljah asked from the sidelines. She held up Kifu's staff. "Gives ya better reach, kid."

"Eljah," Kifu said, exasperated. Eljah knew as well as Kifu that adding a weapon to Takki's attacks wasn't going to make him any better or more efficient.

Takki paused, contemplating. Kifu waited, holding her stance firm. Her job wasn't to attack, merely to defend. Eventually, Takki nodded. "Yeah I think I do." Eljah tossed the staff without hesitation. Kifu stepped forward to snatch it out of the air before Takki had a chance, and then handed it over. Takki hadn't prepared to catch it, and would have given himself a knock over the head if she hadn't intervened. Taking a couple steps back, Kifu prepared to defend herself against the staff rather than his fists.

Takki had no idea how to hold the staff. His balance was off, and he wasn't used to the weight of the wood. Still, he tried. He opted for a grip that would give him one good swing, but where his follow-through would fall short. Kifu batted the swing aside, further throwing him off his balance. "Maybe you should stick to hand-to-hand," she suggested. Just for that comment, Takki recovered and swung again, though with his grip, even if he landed a hit, it wouldn't have any force behind it.

Kifu tapped on Dragon on her hip. "Would you like to instead try a knife? You're going to hurt yourself with the staff."

"And a knife will be better?" Takki asked. He tossed the staff to the side so that it wouldn't tangle up in his feet. Even his amateur opinion coincided with Kifu's.

"It's lighter," Kifu explained.

Takki eyed Kifu with a fair measure of distrust as Kifu untied the shaft from the sheath. Pulling it out, she flipped it in her hand, catching it by the blade. Stepping forward, she offered it to Takki. She didn't like people touching her knife. Even considering whom she received it from, she was very fond of the weapon. So long as it didn't leave her sight, she felt like she could deal with letting it go for a minute.

Hesitating, Takki tentatively reached out and grabbed the hilt. As soon as his fingers were wrapped around it, he pulled it rather quickly away from her. She wasn't sure what she'd ever done to Takki to make him fear her like that. He weighed Dragon in his hand, shifting it to get a feel for it. He was much better off with the smaller weapon than the clunky staff, already considering it more of an extension of himself than the long range weapon.

Once Takki had an idea of how to use Dragon, he looked up at her with a little concern. "You're not gonna hurt me," Kifu assured him. "I won't let you."

"This thing is ridiculously sharp," Takki argued. He'd tested the edge of the blade against his finger.

Kifu nodded. "I'm aware." She could hear Eljah snicker even with the distance between them.

"Trust me, kid," Telk said, "she won't let you hurt her if she doesn't want you to. Show us what you got."

Taking in a deep breath, Takki threw a modified punch, leading with the blade of the knife. Kifu blocked him with her forearm, letting the arm guard take the blade. "You're going to need more confidence if you're to win this," she told him. "You do not have the luxury of wavering in a true fight."

Takki gritted his teeth, pulling the blade back to his body. His expression displaying all of the concentration he could muster, he tried a flurry of attacks. To Kifu, he looked like a dancing noodle, but Takki probably thought he looked pretty neat. Kifu deflected his fist with her hand, Dragon with her arm guard. She stepped when he did, allowing him to control the tone of the fight rather than take over.

She was aware of Remy yawning.

"That was better," Kifu told Takki. "But you might want to think about how you're attacking and what I might do in turn." She glanced over at Telk and Eljah. "I think I've given you your shot. We need to get back to the Tribe so that I can continue running it." She sighed, a frown tugging at her lips.

Takki visibly deflated. But he did listen. Settling his stance, he handed Dragon back to Kifu and walked back to the group with slumped shoulders. Kifu watched him wordlessly as she tied Dragon back into its sheath. Takki would get combative training eventually, but it wasn't something she liked to open with. He hadn't been her apprentice for long.

"Ready, all?" Kifu asked the six people around her.

"What's next, chasseuse?" Remy asked in turn.

"First? My job. I need to assign evening tasks to the Tribe. We also get a very well deserved dinner."

"Dinner?" Remy echoed. "Ain't it only 'round noon?"

Kifu found herself scrunching her eyebrows in confusion. "It's midday meal," she explained. She wasn't sure what else Remy could be hung up on. She gestured forward, toward the mountains. "Let's get going."

Kannawi and Takki led the way back. Remy fell in step behind them, still talking with Eljah. Kifu waited for Kakashi to follow, and brought up the rear with Telk.

"Do you perhaps know what t'ieves mean?" Kifu asked him quietly. "Remy said he was raised by t'ieves, not assassins. But I don't know what the means."

"Don't you think you're overanalyzing this?" Telk said with a small smirk.

Kifu frowned at him. "I'm trying to stay on my toes," she rebutted. "Kids? Kids I can deal with. Adults that Mai has trained from childhood. Bring it on. Other Tribes' adults. I'd rather not. But these are my charges that I have to deal with and Mai hasn't even met them."

"You're not solely responsible," Telk told her. "Don't worry. I've got your back."

"And I appreciate that," Kifu said quickly. "I just don't want any surprises. And Neto will want to know everything."

"I can help with that, too," Telk said with a wink. "Not to mention Eljah. She's been around them longer than me."

Kifu continued frowning, still running the word in question through her mind. She felt like it was a very important word, but she didn't have a clue what it was.

Telk offered her one more consoling smile before he climbed the ranks to lead the group with Kannawi and Takki. Kifu brought up the rear alone.

They moved slowly, taking their time. The other six didn't have anywhere else to be. Technically, even Kifu didn't have to be in the camp to personally hand out evening tasks, and the Tribe could run itself for a day or two. Sometimes, Kifu left it to do just that.

"I am an assassin," Kakashi said to Kifu. The two of them were separate from the rest of the group as Kifu walked in thought. She started and nearly tripped when Kakashi came up beside her and spoke. "I was a captain of a four man assassin squad that worked directly under our village leader. We carried out the village's dirty work and missions that needed kept silent."

"What – why …?" Kifu stammered.

"I heard Remy bring it up, and you to Telk," Kakashi explained. He somehow knew exactly what Kifu was trying to ask, but her brain was too slow to formulate. "Our village came first. Missions were to be completed successfully at all costs." He paused as he held eye contact with her. "But I would never allow a comrade to die. Those who abandon their mission are scum. But those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum," he explained, reciting it almost as if it were a mantra.

Kifu wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't expecting such forthright information from Kakashi.

He must have sensed her vocabulary's abandonment. "I appreciate your resolve to protect your Tribe and your comrades. It really showed when Remy was testing you in his spar against Kannawi. It does no good to distrust one you should be depending on. That is why I'm telling you this."

Even though Kifu was having a difficult time coming up with words she felt were proper for the situation, Kakashi didn't leave Kifu behind like Telk. He walked patiently beside her, keeping his eye forward.

"I appreciate you telling me that," Kifu told him eventually. "I find it important to know where everyone is coming from."

"I see that," Kakashi said with a big smile. Because most of his face was covered, the smile transferred all the way to his exposed eye. It almost looked as if his eye was smiling as well. "Some of the tricks that worked in my home world won't work in this one, though," he said, his expression relaxing. "In our world, we manipulated a personal energy called chakra. It doesn't exist here. I don't need chakra to be effective, but it does put me a slight disadvantage as opposed to my home world."

Kifu considered his words with a perplexed expression. "What did chakra allow you to do?" she asked.

Kakashi sighed, his eye forward once more. "In my world, we had what's called chakra nature. Air, earth, fire, water, and lightening. We could manipulate our chakra to its nature, and essentially use it as if we were using that element. I developed a move called chidori – or lightening blade. It was using my energy to manipulate a blade made of lightening."

"So it was magic," Kifu said flatly.

Kakashi raised a brow at her.

"The stories detailing our gods have magic in them," Kifu explained. "Some of them have powers like that."

"You believe in deities?" Kakashi asked, genuinely interested.

Kifu nodded. "My original home didn't. It took a little getting used to when I was taken in by the Air Tribe, and the seniors especially mentioning their gods. There's twelve total. Three belong to the Air Tribe and look over us. My god is Libra." Kifu pointed to the symbol sewn into her head band. It represented her god. "Libra is a fair god that tries to balance everything she does. I appreciated her diplomacy while she tried to mediate the world, as well as her ability to constantly deal with people, which is one of my shortcomings."

Kifu gestured to Eljah ahead of them. "Eljah's god is Aquarius. She's an incredibly smart god that constantly picks the world apart around her and adapts to it. Eljah is as adaptive as her god, but doesn't share Aquarius's shortcomings where she needs to be alone.

"The last god of the Air Tribe is Gemini. Gemini is actually two separate personalities in one being. Gemini is less boisterous that Aquarius, but is incredibly curious and communicative.

"We like to use our gods as role models, choosing the god we feel like would best benefit the direction we'd like our lives to go. We're not held to follow the same god our entire lives, but I've never felt like switching loyalties."

Kifu glanced at Kakashi's headband, worn askew across his face. "Is there any meaning to yours?"

Kakashi ran his fingers across the metal plate. "Konohagakure," he said simply. "It's the symbol for the village I live in and work for. The headband is a symbol of a ninja. Konoha ninja earn it after graduating from the academy."

Kifu was enjoying her conversation with Kakashi so much, she hadn't realized how close they were to camp. They didn't have any more time to continue their conversation before the path turned single file. She stumbled for a second to keep from crashing over rocks, and then fell back into step behind Kakashi.

It appeared that Kakashi had been raised into a life of violence. It wasn't that the Tribes tried to do the same thing, but the end result was the same. In order to live, they had to fight for their existence. Kifu didn't want to get too comfortable too quickly, but she didn't think the Air Tribe had too much to fear from Kakashi. Perhaps it would be best if someone else watched over him as he acclimated to the Tribe.

Now Kifu needed to learn more about Remy. Kakashi hadn't given her much time to think about what t'ieves meant, but the mystery was still unsolved.

"Good news, Kifu," the woman guarding the entrance to the camp said as Kifu neared. She was small in stature, but with enough wiry muscle to make up for her lack of mass.

"Rimana?" Kifu asked, pausing before her. Kakashi, along with the rest of the group, continued forward.

"Sachi returned with a deer. They're preparing it in the camp now."

Kifu offered her a warm smile. "That is good news. So quickly after Telk's last deer a couple days ago, too. We'll have plenty of food for a while. Thank the Air."

"Much better than the bitter plants we sometimes get from the Water Tribe," Rimana said.

Kifu chuckled. "We still need to eat those, too. Come, join us in the camp and eat dinner."

Rimana had no problems in leaving her post with the little bit of prompting. She immediately joined Sachi and Sinowe in taking apart the deer to preserve it.

Kifu took a long glance around the center camp. Sachi, probably with Sinowe's help, had hung the deer between the Hunter and Warrior huts, as it was really the only sturdy place they could do so. Sinowe had left the water he'd been sent to fetch from the river near the fire. Kams was probably still out hunting, but he hunters knew to return around sun high.

The elders, children, and Mai, were still all hidden from sight. So was Būks, as was typical for him. Kifu had no idea what the man did all day, but he rarely hung around center camp during daylight. Then Neto simply hardly left his hut at all.

Telk was standing uncomfortably near the camp's peripheral. Eljah was checking in on Sachi and Sinowe. Kannawi immediately returned to the hide he'd abandoned to find Telk. Takki had already managed to disappear. Which left Remy and Kakashi. Kakashi had pulled out his book again while Remy seemed to be putting as much distance between him and the dead deer.

Kifu first decided to talk to Telk. "Would you please fill in Neto?" she said. "And please ask him what he thinks a t'ieves is."

"You're still thinking about that?" Telk asked, exasperated.

"Well, yeah."

"Are you ever going to let it drop?"

"Not until I know what it is. Oh – and tell Neto that I really, really don't think we have anything to worry about with Kakashi. At least, in my opinion."

"Just Kakashi?"

"They're both dangerous, but Kakashi respects us. Remy wants to test us." As if reminded by her words, Kifu began taking off her arm guards. She didn't expect to need them any longer. They were beginning to get a little sensitive where they'd dug into her arms when she'd stopped Remy's strike. "That still worries me.

"But be sure to give him your opinion, too," Kifu added brightly.

She watched Telk's back as he walked the corridor to reach Neto's hut through the retired Tribesmember's part of camp. She held both of her arm guards in one hand once they were off, her staff in the other. As soon as shadow touched Telk, she turned her attention to Remy.

"Are you afraid of dead things?" she asked him.

He blinked, taking his time in processing what she'd said. "No, I'm not afraid. I's jus' … not somet'in' I see e'ryday."

Kifu nodded, as if she understood what he'd said. No matter where she'd lived, she always knew what a felled animal meant.

"I guess dat's why you a chasseuse, eh?"

"Every time you've called me that, I haven't known what you're talking about," Kifu admitted.

"I's French. For hunter. You a hunter, ney?"

"Yes. At least, I was before I was promoted to this position. I don't get to go out much anymore." She missed it. When she was hunting, she got to have uninterrupted time to herself. She missed having to think her way through the Tribe's next meal and exercise all the training she'd received as an apprentice under Kumji.

"Why dat?"

"I have to look out for everyone else first," Kifu told him, as if it were obvious. "I need to be easy to find in case something goes wrong."

"Like today?"

"I wouldn't say today went wrong, but yes."

Remy flashed her a smile. "You gonna lighten up now dat you got a li'l test on Kakashi an' me?"

"Nope," Kifu replied with her own half smile. "I don't lighten up for anyone. By the way, what does t'ieves mean?"

Remy chuckled out loud. "How long you been sittin' on dat, chasseuse?" he laughed. "Mon dieu, you tryin' too hard. T'ieves, chasseuse. Y'know, people dat steal t'ings for fun 'er for money? Yeah, I'm one'a da best. No use in bein' quiet 'bout it 'round here, t'ough. Ain't not'in' worth stealin'. An' it not gonna make your opinion any better 'er worse den it already is 'bout me."

"Yeah mean – thieves?" Kifu asked, nearly choking. His accent was so difficult to understand sometimes, she didn't realize it had been a simple word.

"You bein' extra critical on me 'cuz I ain't no uptight brown noser like some, chasseuse. Truth is, I grew up on da wrong side'a da law, dat's all. I worked fer heroes af'er all dat. Di'n't steal much no more. T'ing wit' cops, is dey ain't go no trackers 'cept fer some dogs an' da like. I wanna see how I match agains' a pro." He nudged her with his elbow to further his jest. "Geez, chasseuse. You jumpin' at ghosts, n'est-ce pas?"

"I'm glad you think this is funny, because I have no idea what you're talking about," Kifu muttered.

"Shame, 'cuz I'm pretty funny."

Kifu threw him a sidelong glance, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "So what do you think so far?" she asked him.

"'A you?" Remy asked back.

"No. Of the Tribes. I don't care what you might think of me."

Remy's brows jumped up for a moment, settling immediately back down. "Mmm, you feelin' mighty confident. I like dat, chasseuse." He held up a hand before she could protest. "Not dat you gon' see me do anyt'in' 'bout it, hein? I ain't no liar, jus' as I ain't no assassin." He threw her a wink. "An' I don' expect you ta believe me none, too. I know better'n dat."

Kifu frowned at his words. Sure, Remy was being vague on purpose, withholding information from her like it was some sort of game. But she was starting to pick up a pattern. Perhaps he'd been pushed into that kind of behavior throughout his life. Like he trusted someone and they stabbed him so deep in the back, he felt like he had to act that way. Using this excuse for his behavior really opened up Kifu's eyes. She didn't think he was being deceitful at all. Simply overprotective of himself. Maybe this man had experiences worse than Kifu could ever imagine, let alone what she had lived through.

Adults were much more difficult to work out than children.

"Your Tribe? Not sure I like it. Y'all do da same t'ing over an' over e'ry day, am I right? No TV, no bars an' clubs, jus' wanderin' 'round tryin'a keep yerselves alive. I ain't tryin'a burst yer bubble, chasseuse, but I'm used ta a lot faster paced life. Kinda liked it."

Kifu's frown deepened. "I hate to slow you down, but there's only so much that I can do here. I'll get you and Kakashi worked into the Tribe, and then your life is yours to live."

"Stuck here," Remy added.

"I might be able to work on that. I told you how the Tribes scavenge? I might be able to get you on one of those teams. It's going to take a while. We need to build a trust with you. But once we have that, you're welcome to wander on our behalf."

The side of Remy's mouth twitched. "I appreciate how much yer tryin', ma copain," Remy said eventually.

"Then work with me, Remy," she said. "Don't try and kill my best friend. Don't run off to see what will happen. Show that we can trust you - that you can work as a part of the Tribe - and we'll do everything we can for you."

Remy said nothing, but stared ahead with an intensity that Kifu hadn't yet seen from him.

"It'll take time, but it's a possibility. I'm sorry your world fell out from beneath your feet and you ended up here. But I hope that you can make the best of it."

"Merci, chasseuse," Remy said quietly. "I appreciate yer tryin'."

Kifu sighed. "Any time you need to talk to someone, I can listen. Or Būks, our healer. That man has taken care of many of my worries throughout my life. I'm assuming something you did before you ended up here is tying you up. I won't judge you if you need it off your shoulders."

Remy barked a laugh at this. There was no pleasantry to it, but scorn. "Ain't gonna work, sorry. You good at gettin' ta people, I give ya dat." He turned his eyes on to her. "But if der one t'ing I learned, it dat you gotta hold your secrets close an' let people t'ink what dey wanna of ya. I un'erstand if dis makes my bein' here difficult, but it worked enough wit' my team b'fore."

Kifu blinked rapidly at his sudden demeanor change. Someone did something terrible to him, she was sure of it. What, however, she would probably never know. It was possible Remy had done something unforgiveable in his life to earn someone's spurn. And she was certain she was okay with it. Remy obviously regretted whatever it was that he had done, and it wasn't because of how he was treated. Kifu knew that feeling well. Because of this, she was starting to feel more comfortable with him being around.

"Okay," she said. "I understand. I have my secrets, too, and I'm second in command here." Granted, Neto knew all of her secrets, as did Eljah, but the rest of the Tribe was completely in the dark about everything she had done.

Remy hummed softly to himself. "Bien sûr."

Kifu nodded, as if a matter had been solved. "I encourage you to mingle with the other Tribesmembers. Get some food. I need some time to think, and I absolutely cannot get any thinking done in the camp."

"Jus' like dat, 'get some food'?" Remy asked skeptically.

"Yeah. We feed our people. The retired and the apprentices are cooking. I don't want you exploring outside of center camp until I think things over, but you can ask anyone to bring you food. I'd stick with Eljah or Kannawi, but make sure someone gets food for you.

"For now, the goal is to learn about us. New recruits usually follow Mai around for many seasons learning about the Tribes and our customs. We aren't doing that to you, so you're stuck with socializing yourself."

"An' why me an' Kakashi special, hein?"

"I think you're smart enough to figure that one out yourself, Remy," Kifu said. She gestured toward the few people in center camp. "I also think you're well-versed in socializing, so I'll leave you to it."

Kifu offered him no goodbye when she left him. She made a beeline to where Kakashi was standing. He lowered his book and watched her as she approached.

"Is everything all right?" Kakashi asked her.

She nodded. "Fine. I actually just had a little heart-to-heart with Remy there. I think I'm beginning to understand him."

She sighed. Remy was a thief. Kakashi was an assassin. Maybe she was better off not understanding anything.

"I need to figure some things out. I was telling Remy over there that we can't treat you two as normal recruits. We don't generally admit adults. They … don't understand us. The Tribes. I also can't do any thinking in this camp. So I'm going to leave you to socialize yourself. The apprentices and retired will serve food shortly. Have someone bring you some food. I do ask that you confine yourself to center camp until I figure out how to deal with this situation."

Kifu gestured toward his book. "I see you're completely able to occupy yourself. But I think it would help you immensely if you talked with someone other than me. Of course, that's up to you."

Kakashi watched her with passive interest. Even when she stopped talking, he offered her no words.

"Is this a good plan?" Kifu asked him.

"I can't say I was very social in Konohagakure," Kakashi said, "and that I will be here."

Kifu blinked hard. Neither of these men were helping. Both were baffling in their own ways. "Ask someone about what they do here or something," she instructed. She held out her hand. "Give me the book as insurance."

"That won't be necessary," Kakashi assured her. He tucked the book into the pouch on his hip. Kifu swore he had a little more color to his face.

"Very well. Do try to enjoy yourself. I'll be back as soon as I get my head on straight."

Again, without another word as goodbye, Kifu left Kakashi standing empty-handed, and headed toward the camp exit.

She had a place down by the river bordering the Water Tribe that she liked to go. A tree had fallen years ago that she used to sit on as a kid. By now, the felled tree had rotted, but Kifu still enjoyed the spot. She always worked everything out that she needed worked out by the water. Even better at night.