Shimura Shin

Shin held his pose for a second more, and then the serpentine forms hovering above his arms evaporated downwards, disappearing into the air, if they were ever real in the first place. As Kyoshin speaks to him, he turns to the big genin, and gives him an easy grin. "Yeah sure Kyoshin, but just not any time soon, okay?" He looks down at the hand he had pressed to his middle, that has come away mostly red. The slightly darker stain spreading unnoticed in the black-blue of his clothing, Shin notices his red waist-sash has grown more so. That's the last thing he notices before everything goes black. Smiling one second, the next Shin crashes face-first onto the ground of the park.