Cloudy, With A Chance of Metal

It had only been a few moments, since Sayuri had departed from the likes of Kimi Uchiha. Seemingly in a rush, Sayuri leaped from branch to branch, keeping at a constant, steady pace. Her entire being covered in a dark cloak, her face hidden from plain view by a hood. The sound of wind and leaves accompanied by an occasional tap from her shinobi sandals coming into contact with the wood filled the forest, though they were hardly noticeable at all. The woman once formally regarded as the Beauty of the Hidden Leaf kept pushing forward, despite the presence of another individual lurking close by.