(It's midday and you were on a hike through the forest, when next thing you knew, you were lost wandering seemingly aimlessly for what seemed hours. You were tired and irritable, practically on the cusp of becoming enraged. You were sure that you seen the same rock several times already, but no matter which direction you went you kept coming back to it. Behind you leaves rustled, causing you to eye your back suspiciously waiting for someone or something to jump out. Standing on a branch was a teenager with dark hair, a lilic vest and thick purple rope holding up a dark blue pad, on the back of his waist was a sheathed sword. You turned to face him fully waiting for him to say something) Do you know where you are? (He looked at you with cold black eyes) You're in hidden leaf territory and we don't take kindly to visitors (He falls from the branch and lands on his feet, not too far in front of you) So, I'm gonna have to stop you from going any further, because if you're a threat then I'm gonna have to dispose of you.