Quick to the chase, that was something that Masaru could get behind. He expected to then see puppets but was instead granted a rather strange sight of the man beginning to undress. A scowl formed under his mask as if he had been personally insulted. What a flashy show for nothing. He rolled the scroll in his hands up, reaching for a second one instead. He wouldn't need to use the others so soon it seemed.
"I see. Stripping away sight. I suppose that makes us even for me blindsiding you previously."
His gravel voice projected again. He met the mist with smoke as the scroll in his hand unraveled and released it's contents in a single movement. The gravelly tones of his voice were soon accompanied by the rapid wooden clicking of the three puppets he had unsealed. Karasu, Kuraori, and Sanshouo, the basic training puppets of his village. With no idea of his opponent's prowess it was a two-fold plan. An insult to use the tools that children used, and a ploy to hide his true strength.
"I've said my part, now talk, Kiri-nin."
He said, fingers splaying outward and causing the three puppets to lurch forward. Sanshouo trailed behind, it's large body unable to keep up with the speeding Karasu and Kuroari, the two puppets criss-crossing and spiraling their way toward the Kiri-nin's chakra signature.