Zen walked through the dimly lit alleyways in the scum filled slums of Otogakure. He was moreso in the desert than in the village at this point, but he didn’t really care. He was so sick of some of the people in the village that he liked to walk to the desert for some solitude. He was on his way there now, hoping for a little peace and quiet. You see, Zen had no issues with simply wiping anyone in the village from the face of the earth, but generally he was calmer and more collected than that and would simply brush them off as the insignificant twigs that they were. It was during this train of thought that he was hit in the back of the head with a rock. It was unusual for something to catch him so off guard, but he had been deep in thought. He looked behind him just in time to be able to catch the second rock that would have hit him in the face. Clenching his fist, he reduced the offending earth to dust and looked in the direction the rock had come from. A young girl rushed at him, weaving signs for what was no doubt some form of genjutsu based on how weak she looked. He simply shimmered out of existence and appeared behind her. She, however, seemed to be stronger than he gave her credit for, as right when he was appearing, she had sliced his arm with a sword he didn’t notice she had.