"Oh let Eiji choose where we should train, I said. What's the worse that could happen, I thought. Fuckin' mosquitoes! UGH!" An audible slap could be heard at the end of his sentence, a frustrated shout following having smacked, what was it - the third or fourth mosquito since he entered this god-forsaken forest? What started as a way to train with one another quickly devolved into an annoyance already, he was thinking over whether or not he'd take it out on Eiji for picking such a place.
"I oughta put the bastard in a chokehold, watch his eyes pop out before I let go." He continued, breaking limbs off trees and dropping them along the path in a particular fashion as a means of keeping track of where he'd previously been to avoid moving around in circles and getting lost.
"Let's see how well he can control his puppets when I break his damned fingers! Maybe I should start working on an alibi that'll make everything look like an accident so the others don't hound me..hell who am I kidding, I'm positive Ko and Kasami would give him an ear full.." Despite staying alert to his surroundings, Sentou was plotting out a well-explained excuse. Lost in thought, he would trip over an uprooted root that would ultimately cause him to stumble and lose his balance before rolling down the hill of foliage. Tumbling through brush, sticks, and god knows what else, Sentou's mass would finally come to a sudden halt as he smacked into a tree back first; emerald eyes shot open from the impact as he tensed up and slumped over to his side. Unbeknownst to Sentou, the tree he collided with would be the very tree Eiji was rested upon. Whether or not the initial collision would shake Eiji off it or not, it would cause what little avian life inhabiting the tree to take off suddenly in fright.
"I-I'm..going to fuckin' murder you, Eiji!" He muttered under his breath to no one in particular as he picked himself off the ground. In spite of his (rather unfortunate) fall, Sentou managed to get away without any true injuries; a few cuts and scratches, but nothing he hadn't already experienced before. Standing at his full height of 5'9, Sentou was shirtless, muscles bare and covered in sweat from the heat and his travel, black shorts adorned with purple laces keeping them secure around his waist, and white gauze wrapped around both arms and legs (including wrist and ankles) for compression. Not a single article of clothing could be seen around his feet, he walked around bare-footed to maintain a stronger connection with mother Earth. Examining his surroundings once more, Sentou would catch a glimpse of Eiji, whether he remained against the tree or now on the ground. A fire burned in his eyes as he laid eyes on his comrade,
"You! You've got three seconds to explain why I shouldn't just knock you out cold and leave you here! What the fuck is this place, Eiji!" Whether it was an oversight on Eiji's part, but Sentou wasn't a shinobi and had no ties nor reason to know much of this accursed place. Sentou's chest pushed and pulled as his breathing was irregular, he'd better have a good answer, or else training would be hell.