In a flickered of shadows Ate's helmet once again materialised upon his body - back in its rightful - comfortabl - place. A lupine chuckle rolled from between his lips and away from his visor as he slinked past the crowd, following Manami into the streets. He was punched once or twice as he left, yet, the assailants only succeded in breaking their own fists - morons.
Snow littered the ground of Yukigakure, as usual - every day washing the world clean into an unblemished white canvas. Yet, at this time, the snow had been trodden down to the snow on the streets and all that prevailed in the weather was a gentle breeze, not like upon the mountain.
"So, where to now?" he asked.
