Typically Kabuto wouldn't be caught dead going anywhere near Konoha unless there was a specific reason for doing so. Today was nothing more than his typical recon rounds, check up on the status of village security and report back. Both for his master and for his own use of information. He never claimed to be the most... genuine of people, hiding behind masks and moving about as if a shadow from place to place. It was just his own typical patterns.

What caught his eye from routine, though, was a sight he knew he couldn't forget. One of the Sannin, huh? That could spell some trouble if he weren't careful, knowing full well what they were capable of. One had to when you were under the direct supervision of one, after all.

Pulling a fake, but hopefully convincing, smile to his lips he hopped down from a nearby tree closest to the path. His hitai-ate with the Otogakure symbol prominently featured as he wasn't required to be under stealth for this particular juncture.

"Now aren't I lucky to happen upon as legendary shinobi on my way through." He started, tone seeming nothing but friendly.