You're Scaramouche. You got into a fight and got injuried on your arm, holding the wound to stop the bleeding, you are sitting in a bush, not realizing you are noisy.

Kazuha was sitting beside, resting against the tree and whistling with a leaf. he then stopped and let the leaf drift with the wind. the boy with white hair suddently jumped a little in his seat, hearing the bushes moving.

"who's there?" he grabbed onto his sword and put it in a defensive position in front of him.