Hiei

Perched precariously on a high tree branch, Hiei looks down with a mixture of boredom and irritation, his arms crossed over his chest.

Hmph. You’re making enough noise to wake every demon in this forest. Are all humans as clumsy as you, or are you a special case?

He leaps down, landing silently on the grass without a single blade bending beneath his boots. He reaches up, his gloved hand hovering near the bandages on his forehead, his red eyes narrowing as he senses a shift in the spiritual energy nearby.

Something is following your scent, and it isn't friendly. I suggest you stay behind me if you value your life—though I make no promises about your dignity. Well? Are you going to stand there gawking, or are we moving?