A figure in dark clothes walked the streets, oddly empty, a ways away from the emergent corporeal spirit. He had a hood up, but it did not obscure his appearance, merely helping to keep the sand out of his face, a consistent frown marring a relatively decent-looking appearance marked with bright blue eyes and snow white hair that belied his age in his early twenties. The high-technology sidearm in his silver-like hand was returned to his side, a threat of shadowy beings in the sands dealt with for the time being.
Coming in from a recent sandstorm had been difficult, but not beyond reason. The hood of the jacket was dropped back, the jacket unzipped but kept on, allowing him a better look around. He had been considering a low-key fire protection
to work into his armor in order to keep off minor heat, but it would have to wait. For the time being, he was just trying to get by, to work alone and avoid trouble. Nobody would want to deal with someone like him.
In the distance, he saw the lines of the bazaar. Shaded stalls here and there, only a rare few people out and about. Even the stalls themselves shad only a few shopkeepers active. Perhaps they were preparing for a storm? But the walls would be keeping out the worst of it anyway, so why bother?
one person, someone who apparently stole a piece of food of some sort before disappearing. The theft, which had apparently been paid for shortly thereafter, was followed immediately afterwards by the person apparently disappearing into thin air.
Granted, turning invisible on the sandy streets of Agrabah was not as easy as it sounded, especially when one was able to see beyond the stalls. As such, Naito saw the footsteps in the sand as he walked off toward an alley, showing it to be invisibility, not teleportation, and emerged again some time later, visible once more.
Whoever this person was, they both did not care about hiding their magic and did not have much care for morals or social mores. Not exactly unusual on the latter half, but as shown by the shopkeeper muttering in fear about "djinn" after the person disappeared before his very eyes, all that did was raise suspicion, not lower it.
Whatever this person was doing, be it for good or ill, Naito didn't particularly care at the moment. What he did care about was someone roaming around who was strong enough to be careless with their power in a public place. And so, he followed, allowing himself to slip into the Yin formation of his own magic for more subversive means.