A house lay in ruin, illuminated by the moon. It seemed to be freshly destroyed; based on all the dust surrounding it, a roof fell, scattering the dust even more.

As the dust slowly began to settle and a silhouette started to form, it was Susamaru.

She held a Temari Ball, a toy one would typically see being played with and tossed around by kids, with brightly colored patterns of all shapes grazing its surface.    "Hahaha~! Destroying stuff with my Temari never fails to excite me! I'm glad that prissy stuck-up Yahaba isn't here to complain about everything!" She uttered dreadfully with a mocking tone.

She hated Yahaba; how could she not? They were opposites in all aspects.