Already minutes ago, Katsurai had safely retreated to the roof of another building to watch the ridiculously dramatic- and he supposed, needlessly epic- battle unfurling in the streets. The young Gennin was quite eager to truly find out just what the hell was going on, as one moment he'd been talking to Byakko and the next moment the whole world filled with gate-openings, purple-cloaked Shinobi, Akatsuki Bunshin and a general sense of confusion rapidly spreading through the town.
Why Konoha? This battle seemed so stupidly random that it could have just as easily been fought in a deserted, open meadow. Come to think of it, it would have fared better there than in a busy town, but Katsurai was less interested in that notion and more in the newcomers on the scene. Quite powerful guys, by the looks of things... it really was amusing, seeing this. It was as if it were just an insane, surreal dream that Katsurai was vividly experiencing. Nothing seemed to make sense.
His half-closed eyes blinked once, and then focused down on the tan-attired girl who had just arrived on the scene, showing up the white-haired fellow something terrible in front of his face. With his smile growing into a grin, Katsurai took to the air again in another timed leap, somersaulting once out of habit before landing in the dust right by the girl's side. In his one remaining hand he twirled a kunai by its hilt-ring, on his middle finger.
"No offense girl, but is it really wise to be saying such things to someone who looks like that...?" The boy began in a casual manner, straightening himself up. If his left arm had been whole, he would have pointed at her... instead, he vaguely waved the tiny stump in Emi's direction. "You're also a stranger, aren't you? My, we're having a lot of visitors today..."