Standing in the pouring rain was a member of the Seven Swordsmen of The Mist, his cloths flapping briskly as his sandals merged with the mud, but pulled out as he continued to walk. Eventually... his sight caught a person. Too bad this person was wearing the Akatsuki robes... the red clouds signaled he was free game. Behind him was his apprentice, who's own cloths were different, light weight and less to it; but dark colored, and a unique x-heart belt buckler holding his pants up. Moya glanced to the man, his seven swords on his body, "So tell me mate... you new here..."