The Greeting [Open/No Combat]

A calloused hand made contact with a more exposed scalp as a tall man made his way out of the small barber shop, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. It had been a long time, since he last got a hair cut, and to be fair he truly did need one very badly, months away from the village had kept him busy, and he just didn't have the time or money to spare. Giving a look towards the sky, he felt a bit content, as the calm yet cloudy sky made it's way across the blue air, shadowing over the village followed by a significantly cooler and much more comfortable feeling. It had started to get hot recently so that overcast sky was a welcome addition to his already good day.

Leaping into the air with a solid jump, Achilles felt his feet land softly on a near by rooftop which, seemed to carry another individual. One whom, Achilles immediately noticed adorned a brand new shining Headband, "Must be a fresh graduate." Tapping a finger on his chin, Achilles couldn't help but sigh, he had no clue who the boy was, not recognizing him by appearance or even by his chakra. Slowly walking towards the boy, careful not to make a sound, after all what kind of former Kage would he be if a mere Genin were able to find him sneaking up on him. Despite his sleeveless white trench coat, along with the black pants and long sleeve shirt he was wearing, he was able to avoid notice from most people in combat, so avoiding a Genin should be no different.

Making sure to have his approach start with a wide arc so as to be directly behind him upon arrival, Achilles gave two light taps to the boy's right shoulder, while he was munching on chips. "Can I have one?" While leaning down, his face was merely inches away from the back of the boy's head. It may be a bit mean to use his skills to terrify a Genin, but hey he had to do something for fun in the village that didn't include exploding the training grounds repeatedly.

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Achilles smiled satisfyingly as the boy nearly jumped out of his skin, from the little jump scare, that he gave him, "Sorry, you looked so oblivious up here I couldn't resist myself. It's one of the things I did miss about the village haha. Walking around and terrorizing the younger Shinobi." His laughter was cut short however, as he grabbed the bag which felt much lighter then it should have, and the reason for that was made evident once he looked down into it's packaging, nothing but crumbs. "Awh, now that was just rude." Sighing, Achilles began channeling his Raiton Elemental Chakra, causing his hand to begin sparking, and the bag within his grasp began to crumble and became set ablaze before burning into ash. "Damn brat." After the ash was blown away by a small gust of wind, the former Raikage pulled his upper body back up to a full standing position and took a step forward, setting himself on the ledge next to the boy.

Taking just a moment to look back at his own time as a Genin he never really just took the time to set around so obviously he was inclined to ask, "Just why the hell aren't you off training, brat?" Given the Genin's previous actions, it was likely the name 'brat' would be long standing in the communication between the two Kumo Shinobi. "I remember when I was a Genin there wasn't a moment I wasn't spending in the Training Grounds, due to my desire to become the strongest Shinobi in history of the any Village." The small amount of reminiscing done by Achilles had caused the man to smile proudly at where he had begun, and just where all that effort had gotten him now, it had truly been a long journey and he had seen and met with innumerable amount of individuals all of which affected him in one way or another.

Hearing the second bag of chips being pulled into the Genin's hand however was enough to take him out of his pleasant remembering and brought a scowl onto the S Ranked Shinobi's face. Despite serious contemplating on placing a Raiton Seal on one of the chips so that he could electrocute the insides of the Genin repeatedly for his rude gesture he ultimately decided against it and simply ignored the sound of the bag. He had instead opted to wait for his response and was hoping for a favorable reply, especially after mentioning his own former dreams and aspirations.

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Him = His Father..

A small twitch began to form over the left eye of Achilles at the sarcastic remark from the child, as evil thoughts began to form within his mind,'I could take this kid to Turtle Island no one would find him, and nothing would be left after a week!!' Just as he was about to let go of the idea of torturing the kid he makes it worse, to the point that Achilles brought up his left hand in the form of a fist and brought it down to try and hammer him over the top of his head, "Brat, I'm only twenty-seven!!!" It's true, the young man, had been the youngest Raikage in the history of Kumogakure, but even that was short lived, as he hadn't had the temperament or patience for the paperwork inspired job, at least not yet. He expected he would return to the chair one day, especially given Shumasa seemed like he didn't care for the work himself.

After his attempting whack over the boy's skull he listened closely to his answer, before sighing and placing his hand over the boys head again, though this time just ruffling his hair, instead of attempting to cave his skull in. "Don't worry brat, you did just become a Genin, you'll have plenty of time to worry about missions." Removing his hand and stretching for a moment he continued speaking, "After all you're not ready for a mission, you'd be slaughtered." He had considering being a little light but, thought that wouldn't do anything and had decided to go with bluntness instead. "If you expect to be able to go out and do missions immediately you're crazy, you need intense training before you're even ready for a basic C Rank mission."

Once he noticed the bag of chips had been pushed his way, he took out one and began to munch on it, "Ya know for a brat, you're right, these are pretty good." A smile spread on the older Shinobi's face as he began to munch on a new chip every couple of seconds along with the boy sitting beside him. "Ya know if ya wanted, I could show you a thing or two some time."