Sabaku no Gaara. Gaara of the Sand ... Waterfall? Minato had figured that the boy was probably Japanese, noticing the strokes of a familiar kanji tattoo on his forehead. Even so, he appeared much more serious and analytical than others he had previously met. The rings around his eyes appeared natural, too...

But this wasn't the time to think too deeply about his newest acquaintance. "Explore. Avoid monsters." He had been fortunate to avoid monsters and brainwashed patients as much as he had so far; the zombie the other night had been his only fairly-serious fight. "The closest town is miles away, and you wake up here again every morning."

If he hadn't already been used to the effects of the Dark Hour, he might have sounded less deadpan with his last statement.