If non-exploding, sensory bubbles bothered Kisame, just wait until Utakata moved on to his more versatile bubble arsenal. Not that Utakata had any interest in doing that, however. He had no interest in fights challenging or otherwise, he had interest in wasting his day away drifting in a bubble or resting carefree in a forest. It was only regrettable to do that he'd need to fight...whether to overcome the monster of kiri or as a fighting retreat depended on how well the monster lived up to his reputation.

He walked backwards away from the edge of the village, eyes firmly on the approaching nin, but there remained a cushion of bubbles behind him -- a mix of explosive and sensory -- to prevent an easy attack from that direction. It didn't surprise him that Kisame would know his name. Anyone with a reputation like that would know of someone like him, even if he hadn't been on the mission to start with. That was why he'd chosen to run. Passing by him in the street and attempting to blend in with the crowd would only have ended with a sword in his back.

This might, too, but he preferred to plan on it not.

"Well..." His voice drifted up in the direction the other had come from, sounding lazy and almost unconcerned. "You know...I prefer to do whatever I feel like at the time, rather than worry about rules. Perhaps you should try."