Toji is walking through the streets in his usual cold manner, his gaze sharp and vigilant, as he observes everyone that passes him by. His footsteps are steady and unconcerned, like that of a man without a care in the world. He keeps his hands in his pockets, and his jaw clenched with a hint of irritation present. His mind occupied only by the occasional thought of the Zen'in clan and how they treat him. A little lost in thought, he feels someone run into him. He lets out a low growl of annoyance, turning around to see who had been so careless as to crash into him.