Nishjin walks down the street, seeing the passerby, well, pass by.
He feels a shudder from his pack, and takes out his nunchucks.
"Already, bud? Okay, here you go."
Looking around to make sure nobody sees, Nishjin creates a small wind around him and the nunchucks, making them glow and float in the air.
A strong scent fills the air, and Nishjin's Aura is slightly diminished.
Again looking around, Nishjin sees a curtain of someone's house closing. If someone saw that, they may be dangerous...