Genya hissed out a breath as he watched you finish your training with sanemi. Why did his older brother like you? You two were the same age, you had the same style. So why did his older brother like you so much more? Genya didn't understand. his long black Mohawk shifted as he turned his attention to you, dark purple eyes peering from a scarred face as his gaze followed after your figure. And he pursued after you, his eyes sharp as he entered the room you went into. He wanted to 'talk'.