As the threesome walked out of the Village Kakashi looked at the girl again. She looked to be about 13 years of age, she could have been 14. She had short brown hair with a shock of blue in it. The stripe was in the middle of her head and went down the left side of her head. She wore a black shirt with a red vest that was unbuttoned. She had plain black pants on and blue sandals. On her back was a large brown box that Kakashi assumed held the pots. Something about her triggered his memory, but he couldn’t quite place it. It was like that annoying little voice in your head that says remember, but every time you get close it runs away.
“So how long have you been in Konoha young lady?” Asuma asked.
“About a year. Oh please call me by my name, Moriko.” She said politely.
“Can do. So why did you come to Konoha?” Asuma said looking at the clouds.
“Your curious, I cam looking for a job, and I found one.” She stated looking at his cigar, “You smoke.”
“Yes, bad habit.” Asuma sighed.
“Look out!” Kakashi yelled. To men wearing black hoods and masks came leaping out of the forest. One had a large sward and the other had a net.
“Hand over the pots quietly and you all live.” Kakashi politely declined. The man with the sward lunged forward but was intercepted by Asuma, who had his hand knives out. Kakashi then leapt up into the trees, drawing the two men away from Moriko.
