His eyes never missed anything, not a single detail.
His Sharingan caught the snarling jaws within her chakra system, though at first he thought that his eyes were playing tricks with him. He shifted his position slightly, hearing the faint sound of leaves nearby. He knew they had someone nearby, but whom it was was of little concern to him at the moment, if they wished to involve themselves with him... They would do so, as Sadako had. The woman before him seemed to know of the pleasures of battle... He admitted to himself that this woman had gone somewhat beyond a small amount of interest. The way they were talking, it seemed that this was no mere meeting.. His gut instinct had served him well, it would do him far greater good in the long run in all likeliness. That she was intrigued by their conversation and shared the interest in him was apparent. His eyes did see everything, after all. He felt a soft smirk force it's way up on his face, his eyes flashing although whether it were the light or something else could be interpreted by the woman before him. "To say that I am delighted... Is an understatement." He spoke as he soon felt her fingers upon his chest. A split second later after she was resting her hand on his chest, he felt the hairs on his covered arms lift, as he quelled a shiver. He didn't understand this feeling that she brought upon him with a mere touch.
Decidedly he was fine with her touching him, as he made no move to remove her hand from his person. Violet eyes continued to gaze into hers, confident and cold despite the boredom that had been in them earlier. That boredom had been replaced with the interest that he had displayed throughout the course of their conversation together. This woman held this air of mystery that both served as an invitation for someone such as himself who was a curious beast by nature, and at the same time seemed confident in her own movements and speech. He was sure that she was special in her own way, the black-hued chakra was an indicator of that... Especially those jaws. The comment of finding all three made sense as he thought about it. She probably had a demon sealed in her or something... That wasn't abnormal in these times, he'd heard from his parents about people called Jinchûriki... He mentally shrugged in time to hear her response about his comment insofar as her eyes. Once again that smirk replaced itself on his face and Yoruko found himself wondering when exactly it had faded.
He could see the smile fade to a neutral one as her eyes rested on his facial features. His Sharingan eyes however, did not leave the onyx hued orbs which seemed rather distant now. That she was distracted by her thoughts was evident, but it seemed his earlier presumption too was correct in every way. The woman before him was nigh a complete mystery to him, but he found himself wanting. He wanted to know what it was that she was thinking, that would cause her to hesitate in such a manner, that she would not answer immediately. Could it be that she enjoyed things of a darker nature, dark as her eyes? She was an enigma to the man and he was determined to figure her out . . .
It was then that the tree rustled, and in Yoruko's perspective, time ceased to pass at all. A soft step back and a twist would have him facing towards the woman, his hand snapped towards his pouch and drew out the kunai ready to strike. The violet Sharingan eyes spotted a glint of metal as he witnessed the Iwagakurian symbol upon a band of metal. He slowly drew himself out of a combat stance, and the kunai found its way back into his pocket. The violet Sharingan stared with a bit of an annoyed look in them, a frosty glare in the direction of the woman. He had seen Sadako's lips open to form what it was she was going to say... Though he would ask her again later, he was sure. For now... He had this to deal with. The woman introduced herself as an Academy teacher, though to be truthful Yoruko did not recognize her. He long since had stopped caring about who taught him what, as the lessons were useless to him. Everything he would have learned from the Academy he had learned from his parents at least three years prior. Those cold eyes of his took in the youthful appearance of the woman and he found himself staring at what seemed to be an azure tint of chakra. In addition, he felt a slight chill run through him. He was unsure of the meaning of this color of chakra, but at least there were no jaws snarling at him this time.
The boy saw her bow, and speak their names without introducing herself. He assumed Sadako bowed as she introduced herself, however Yoruko would not show such respect to someone whom had been, as far as he was aware spying on their encounter. He crossed his arms, the warmth of the woman's touch not forgotten in this young man's mind. He decided that despite her intrusion he would try to be somewhat polite... Though he would not grace her with a bow, he would instead speak in a tone somewhat frostier than before, despite his Uchiha lineage. "If you have been there for as long as I believe you have, then you already know. I was waiting for something to transpire... To occupy my time and my thoughts, and as you can see.. I have found that something... Or rather, someone. Now, who are you, that you might know our names and not introduce yourself?" The blunt tone was there, present quite audibly in the tone although it laced with irritation subtle as a leaf just beginning to die among very much alive leaves. He knew that the teacher would not have missed his drawing his kunai, and he was doubly sure that Sadako hadn't either. This did not concern him much, however . . . They knew that he wasn't to be trifled with idly, that much he had hoped was clear.
