It was never a good sign when a man saw an enraged jinchuuriki storming down the street. He slipped forward, white coat loose around him, open due to the warmer weather to show the blues and whites of his armor and casual clothes under it. His Hitai-ate was perfectly intact on his head, as was the norm for him.

He knew it wasn't exactly wise, but he knew someone needed to say something. "Yugito-san, is something unwell?"