Eric Nara was a man of his word, in the aspect that he would never go anywhere naked again. Or at least, not in public.
Wearing his akastuki robes and hat, the noontime heat might would make this quite unbearable; he bore no hood on this particular cloak, he didn't feel that he would need it, but he did have his Blade of Shadows strapped to his back, courtesy of Uetto. How he acquired it Eric still had to ponder over, but that was besides the point.
In addition to his cloak, he bore his Jonin outfit underneath it, chainmail and flak jacket prominently featured were one to take a look underneath the cloak. The pouches were attached to the outside of this get-up for some reason, but Eric also had the standard pouches on the inside of the cloak as well. One could only guess then what the outside pockets held.
The man found himself standing atop of a building to the East of his quarry. If a right triangle could be formed between him and his foe, with the hypotenuse stretching diagnally between the two, then the base would be 20 feet, the height would be about 200 feet (10 stories is about 180ft, but varie depending on the space between the buildings) making for a hypotenuse of about 201 feet (this is not exact, as by doing the calculations you would find that you still would be off a by a foot, but creative liscence ftw).
So, he was very close to the base of the building; with it being noontime, most shadows thus would be near the base. Whether his foe caught on to this purposful entry or not would be beyond Eric, but the ruined state of the city left much of a tale. The fact that such at all building remained was, in short, a miracle.
A miracle that would not go unnoticed, for it was the tallest and most visible icon in this ruined city. Some water towers dotted the city, some worn out walls filled out the perimeter of this mile long (at the diameter if the walls form a circle around the city) along with a few other landmarks.
Eric's focus, however, was on the dot all the way at the top of the building. From here, with the naked eye, he could hardly distinguish features specifically, but he could ascertain that that was where his foe had entered. Such could have been seen from a farther distance out quite easily, and though there were many windows, the buildings down below provided a labyrinth of shadows that dared his opponent to come down.
He would watch for his opponent to make a move, his trench knives on the outside pocket of his cloak, his sword sheathed and strapped to his back on the outside portion of the cloak. The stillness provided a tempting environment to begin gathering natural energy, but the man refrained. Temptations could not be so quickly let to.