A delinquent who was raised mostly by himself, that's true enough. Unfortunately, feral children are fairly common in Hiei's world, with how unrelenting the demon woods is to parents and children alike. If they had met under different circumstances, Douman would have first met a finely honed weapon of a demon instead of something equally deadly, but rough in its honing.

"I am walking." Hiei points out with a sharp narrowing of his eyes, annoyed to be so accused when he is, for once, up to much of nothing. Now, if he wanted to get into some trouble, that wouldn't take very much effort... for a moment he debates using his speed to dodge this newcomer, but thinks it better to see if he yet has something interesting to deliver.

"Why is it your concern anyway?"