Naethyn was out on the ocean that bordered the legendary Kirigakure. He heard so many rumors about the Blood Mist village, he didn't want to believe them. He wanted to indulge in the mystery of not knowing. Within a few moments he was at the village entrance. He was dressed in his Kurotsuki robe. Solid white with a few black "tendril" looking designs around the brim as well as the sleeves. His hood was down; it revealed his stunning black locks as well as his gorgeous eyes. His top hat was also out. Nothing more then having the purpose of a hat, it held his headband that bared the Kumogakure mark with an affirmative two slashes through it. It was mainly to show his hatred for village living, he had no problem with the village leader nor those in the village. He just hated the idea of being tied to one village. His job that he had to do at the moment was to destroy a demon that was spotted in the Kirigakure village. However, no one was sure what form it had taken. Although Naethyn's skills on chakra detecting had flourished. He noticed a chakra spike over in the distance and lifted his hand, within seconds, a staff that was burnt black had appeared. It was just precautionary. Naethyn decided that distance was proven stronger then strategy at the moment.
He began running towards the chakra spike. He noticed a man smoking a cigarette, the smell of nicotine was acid through his cocaine stained nose. He longed for a line of Methamphetamine at that moment. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of white stuff. His chakra was too far scattered at the moment to be detected as a chakra spike. The one bonus to Meth was that it scattered Naethyn's chakra like a thousand birds scattering someones scent. Naethyn took a long inhale through the nose and was finally feeling a buzz. His tolerance to the drug was strong enough that he wouldn't completely bug out. But every now and then he twitched and had a sudden outburst. This was one of those times.
His muscle spazzed and his staff was now pointed at the man smoking a cigarette, though Naethyn was approximately thirty meters away; he then screamed: "HEY YOU! Demon asshole!" Naethyn's vocals were scratchy against the wind and more importantly his own ears. He decided that quiting Meth was a good idea at that point in time. His body was beginning to cool from the drug but it didn't help that now he lost the element of surprise.