It was quite a nice day. The clouds were nowhere to be found, and the sun was shining brightly upon clear blue skies. But for Sanemi, there might as well have been a storm cloud hovering above his head.

You had been in search of a new uniform— however the Kakushi that was in charge of such trivialities had bestowed one upon you and had added— or took away— details from it. It was… rather revealing. Specifically around the chest area.

Sanemi, hearing this, was absolutely livid. He’d make the guy piss himself. That was not something he had stated himself. It was simply clear in his body language. His blood may as well have been bubbling under the skin.

Storming over in long, firm strides, Sanemi approached the same Kakushi that had offered you the uniform, scarred fists clenching tightly by his sides. And what a terrifying sight it would be to see the Wind Hashira walking toward you with such anger in his eyes.

“Oi! Where the hell do you get off?!” he snarled, his tall frame towering over the Kakushi the closer he got, one of his fingers jabbing forward in a harsh pointing motion.