The Wanderer

Reikon sat in a tree nearby, his hair in its unusually long, sea foam green, ponytail. His gaze followed the man who wandered in front of him along the dirt trail that was marked as a road. With a slight smile, Reikon began to ponder what this mans ability would be. He knew by the way the man held himself, and the way his chakra flowed from him, that the man was powerful. Though, Reikon did not recognize him from the immense database he had collected of all of the powerful ninja from various villages. With a curious look, he jumped from the tree and landed a few feet in front of the man.
"Hail." Reikon called, raising one arm in greeting.

Reikon smiled slightly, thinking about how to answer this. He has heard rumors of Wes Mang, and he seemed powerful enough to fit the rumors. He scratched his chin and knitted his eyebrows together.
"You know, I am not quite sure who I am in this life. They call me Reikon, Recon, Messenger of Death, Master of Dreams, and various curse words..But who I am is something I have never really thought of before." He said, shrugging. He had introduced himself, and he would ponder over the question later. He then took a seat on the ground, one legs spread out while the other was bent slightly. He rest his arm on the bent leg, while using the other to support him. "Care to sit and chat?" He offered, motioning toward the ground in front of him.

Reikon ignored any sign that Wes had noticed someone. This was not a fighting day and he didn't care what happened, it would not be one.
"I was given many of those names through deeds I am both proud and ashamed of. As an akatsuki, I have stepped on more corpses than I have stepping stones. We are stuck in the path we are on, and no matter how many die we will never move on. I seek to change this, but I am afraid that with the reputation I have earned...not many trust me. Not even in the akatsuki." He responded, this time glancing over to where the man's sharingan moved to. He noted this odd ability, since the man's last name was Mang. He also didn't have the features that Reikon had learned an Uchiha would have, his chakra also flowed very differently. It seemed he didn't have a natural fire in his chakra, which most to all Uchiha had. With a raised eyebrow, he waited to see if Mang would explain.

Reikon thought on this for a while. He scratched his chin and then ran his fingers through his hair. "You know, your right... However, I hate most people other than women...and I don't even particularly like them all that much." He said, seeming to lose himself in deep thought about who he would continue on his path with. Then, he came to a conclusion. "Your a very wise man, care to join me on my quest for a better life?" He offered, hoping the man would accept. At this point in a conversation with anyone else he would have cut them to pieces before. However, this man interested him beyond reason and he would enjoy the conversations they had. Not to mention the fact that this man was also obviously extremely powerful. With a wry smile, he wove his fingers together and placed them in front of his mouth, waiting for a reply.

Reikon raised his eyebrows at this reaction. After thinking for a while, he stood. Nodding to the man, he looked to the sky. "Well, I suppose I can't force you. Though I do warn you, I plan to rid this world of all those who I find insufficient or simply inhuman or unnatural, such as the willows. If you happen to be in my way, I shall kill you as well, though I would rather I didn't need to. One day, this world shall be ruled by myself and a council of twelve others. Join the cause for the new future, or choose to go your own path. It makes no difference in the end." Reikon said with fire in his eyes. His voice was steady and sure. He was completely convinced that this was the path he needed to take, and that no one could stop him. He turned then, his hair sweeping behind him, and began to walk down the path, staring at the clouds. "We shall meet again, I am sure of it." He called back, not looking at the man.