Whatever Izumo heard, it most likely was a combination of both rumor and fact. A decent amount of tall-tales, certainly do steam from some form of fact. Though vicious in his own right, Kimimaro certainly didn't have a bloodthirsty view of life taking like some of his colleges. No, Kimimaro viewed it with the stoic and unattached emotionless that one could aspect from the most hardened of veterans.

Though engrossed in his flower, the patter of footsteps certainly did perk his senses. Though they weren't entirely far out, this could be considered a bit out of the way for most of the general public. With a lift of his head, Kimimaro's piercing eyes flickered over Izumo, watching him with an intense calculating gaze.