Aizetsu was sitting under a tree. His last mission with the other clones had been successful and he wanted to get away from the others as Sekido had nothing better to do than yell and complain. He heard steps and quickly grabbed the Yari that was previously lying next to him. He looked around, ready to strike.

"Who is there?"

He asks calmly and his deep blue eyes scan his surroundings. His body was tense and he was cautious, expecting an attack at any moment.