Ousted from her offices by a collective vote of the people, Sayomi wandered the streets she used to run aimlessly. It was raining again. It often was, really. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the moisture of the air. She herself in her extravagant kimono wasn't wet in the slightest, her excellent control of her village's element seeing to that.
She thought of this new kage, the one that was supposedly better suited to govern the village than she. Geometry? Ha. Shapes. What a joke. The girl would have to learn, and learn fast, that things were certainly not as elementary as that.
Politics were about manipulation, sabotage, and deceit. Your every gain was, more often than not, at the expense of another. She only hoped the girl had the stomach for it.
Breathing out, her breath curled around her in a soft fog. It brought a soft smile to her face. She still had her sword on her hip, and now she had her freedom, too. She could travel where she pleased, the whole world at her fingertips...! But her past scars weighed heavily upon her. Who was she kidding. She didn't want to be out there... Out there, people found love, and died happy. That would most certainly not be her, despite her unreal beauty.
No. This world was now her prison.
Her heels clacked as she continued along, not too unlike her once-fellow kage and close friend's had done. She remembered how Kuroya had twirled her parasol, singing a sweet old tune that Sayomi herself had joined in on. She didn't dare wander memory lane for too long, lest thoughts of him snaked their way in. That... That, she couldn't take. She'd paid for such thoughts dearly enough, the milky-white scars over her arms and body, covered with white bandages the proof.
Life held no... Colour for her anymore.