Ima sighed, the wind rustling his dark hair while the sun glinted off his onyx eyes. He was deemed very attractive by most of his fellow shinobi, particularly the kunoichi of the village. But it wasn't enough for him, for it could be said he had just reached the tipping point of the power hungry curse of hatred. "Hey!" She called out from behind him, before lowering her head. What's gotten into him all of sudden? She wondered, before giving chase. As he had only been walking, a weak jog was enough to place Sayuri's body before his, preventing him from proceeding any further.